Evolution of the Ruined Heir

The young maid clearly knew how to use her body well.

And right now, she was adjusting her clothes again, pulling the neckline lower, tilting the skirt just slightly higher, clearly trying to look even sluttier than before.

The man walked up beside her, smirking.

"Honestly, I get it. I understand why the Ninth Vein chose you. Even I would've done the same." He whistled low, clearly impressed.

"You're so fine, damn. Why don't you tell me your name, huh? I'm Unoa."

The woman didn't respond. She smiled slightly at her reflection in the mirror, satisfied.

'This should be enough to seduce him,' she thought.

Malakai might look terrifying, but at the end of the day, men were men, slaves to their urges. And Malakai was just a fourteen-year-old boy. Curious and with raging hormones.

'He doesn't stand a chance.'

She blew a kiss at her reflection and turned, walking toward the door.

Seeing that she had no intention of replying, Unoa frowned. "Hmm, I didn't think the third pu-"

Her eyes snapped open.

Before Unoa could finish his sentence, a hand clamped tightly over his mouth.

Crimson eyes blazed into his with killing intent.

"What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing?"

Her voice was low and sharp like a dagger.

But Unoa only smirked behind her hand and pointed to his mouth.

She hesitated, then loosened her grip just enough for him to speak.

"Your name," he said with a grin.

She exhaled through her nose, clearly holding herself back.

"It's Karla. And listen carefully, before you go running your mouth again, don't forget you're also one. This is a threat."

She released him fully,

"Fucking horny idiot," she muttered under her breath before walking away.

Unoa's eyes followed her, his gaze fixed on her swaying hips with pure satisfaction.

'I'll make you mine,' he thought, licking his lips.

…

Karla left the room and stepped into the main space of the manor, now holding a tray with a bottle of chilled drink.

'I'll let him see me a few times first… build the urge, then move in for the final blow.'

She smirked to herself, already planning the steps to ensnare Malakai. Her job, coming to this manor had been to simply spy and report her findings, but Karla planned on taking things a step further.

'A week. That's all I need. I'll make him mine in a week.'

She walked confidently through the hallway, her hips swaying with each step, eyes filled with excitement.

After a few seconds, she arrived at Malakai's door.

She paused just at the front of the door and adjusted her cleavage once more.

She made sure her expression was perfect, fear, slutty with a hint of innocence.

She raised her hand to knock…

"What are you doing?"

The voice that came was so cold it chilled Karla's body.

Her eyes snapped to the side, and her entire body went stiff.

Her mind seemed to stop working. All the plans she had been concocting, gone. Now, only two words thundered in her head, drowning everything else.

'Red Eclipse!'

Karla had been briefed on Malakai before she was sent here. The dos and don'ts. What he liked, what he didn't. And most importantly, what to avoid.

And for the latter, one person topped the list.

Nyx, the Red Eclipse.

'This bitch just had to arrive now!'

A freaking bloom was standing in the way of her and her goal.

"G-good evening, L-lady Nyx," Karla greeted with a shaky voice.

'Wait, why the hell am I greeting her?'

Nyx was definitely a bloom. However, here, she was nothing more than a maid in a white uniform. The same as Karla's, which meant the same rank.

Karla felt a surge of confidence.

But Nyx didn't even respond. She took a step forward, and the temperature plummeted.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice came again, colder this time.

Karla instinctively stepped back, eyes wide as she trembled.

She forced herself to steady her arms, stopping the sound of the bottle hitting metal on the tray in her hands.

'She's a witch!'

The thing currently staring at her didn't feel human. Only now did Karla realize the rumors about the Red Eclipse were true.

Cold. Ruthless.

Nyx took another step forward. The temperature dropped even further.

She would not repeat herself again.

Karla decided to change her approach. Butting heads with someone who could end your life in a blink wasn't something anyone should do.

"I-I came to offer the Ninth Vein a drink," Karla started. "It's been a long and stressful day for him, he wo—"

"Take it back."

Nyx's words didn't sound like a suggestion. They sounded like something Karla should have obeyed decades before the order was given.

Her heart sank.

'This is bad.'

Her thoughts were in disarray. Her goal was to get to Malakai. She was confident in her ability. If he saw her frequently, it was only a matter of time before he became hers.

But how the hell was she supposed to do that with this weapon of mass destruction blocking her path?

'I can't go back…' Karla clenched her fists tightly. Too much was at stake. Even if it meant directly facing a bloom, she would achieve her goal.

"D-does the Ninth Vein not like this beverage? I can bring another one if that's the case," Karla said.

A strange silence followed. Nyx didn't utter a word. She simply stared.

And somehow, that made Karla's fear intensify.

'Huh?'

Her eyes dropped to her arms, still. Not trembling.

She looked to her legs, still.

Odd. Her trembling had stopped, yet her fear had only increased.

'How?'

Karla tried to move. Her body didn't respond.

She tried to feel her blood, nothing. Her body was still. As cold as ice.

'I-it's her.' Karla's heart felt like it was about to burst from her chest. Her trembling eyes rose to meet Nyx's, and in that moment, Karla could swear, she felt death.

'I—I have to leave!' Her thoughts thundered. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Even her lips couldn't move.

'S-she's going to kill me…'

The reality of the situation slammed down on her with a weight that was difficult to describe.

Nyx was simple. She had given a chance. Karla refused.

Now came death.