The Conquerors Path Chapter 995 - 993-A Tough Choice.

I pondered that notion, watching Vixuola fight desperately against the urge to pounce on me and drain every drop of my blood until nothing remained.

She senses it deep down—sipping my blood would bring her immense benefits, unlocking a route to a superior existence brimming with enhanced might. That potent essence surges strongly within my veins, and at this moment, Vixuola is hardly maintaining her composure, resisting the impulse to lunge at me and satisfy her ultimate yearning to transform into a far greater being.

To seize even greater strength.

Right as Vixuola looked ready to snap completely, I carefully drew it away, granting her relief from the intense craving that tempted her to yield to my blood and turn into my captive. In just moments, Vixuola blurred into motion, shifting a short distance back from me.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Her heavy panting echoed around us as I spotted her standing some steps away, gripping her knees tightly, strands of hair sticking to her damp face, her entire form drenched in perspiration. At that sight, I swiftly folded my wings against my body, drawing my aura inward before approaching her slowly. But as I moved, she lifted a hand, gesturing firmly for me to keep my distance for now.

"Are you okay?"

I posed the query, and after several deep inhalations, Vixuola responded moments later.

"Yeah... I am fine."

Her response came out somewhat weakly, but I noticed her regaining her poise, rising to her full height as her figure flickered briefly, restoring her to the poised and commanding woman from earlier. Her eyes carried an added gleam when they met mine, blending hints of longing, submission, and profound reflection.

"Why don’t you tell me everything from the very beginning?"

The suggestion came from behind me, prompting me to turn and see Vixuola settled once more in her previous chair, gulping down wine as if to suppress her "thirst," while I offered a sheepish grin in reply.

"Sure, and sorry if it made you different."

With that, I took a seat opposite Vixuola, then began recounting my tale.

"I have been more talented than anyone I know my age, and one day I fell into this historic world, one so different from everything I have ever been taught. I was 13 years old when it happened."

Halting briefly, my expression turned reflective as I went on.

"It was then that I faced an onslaught of grueling ordeals, challenges that almost shattered me entirely. Honestly, I still can’t say how I survived them. In the end, I lay sprawled on an altar, with a figure looming above—his aura radiating divine authority. Those whispered words of his linger in my memory even now..."

Stopping again, I locked gazes with Vixuola before reciting.

"The world is yours..."

After a beat, I pressed forward.

"That’s what echoed in my mind, right before a torrent of agony overwhelmed me. I passed out from it, and when consciousness returned, I grasped my true nature, my identity. A flood of knowledge rushed in unbidden, guiding me onward, revealing my extraordinary potential. Fortunately, I also received the gift of concealment, shielding me from prying, malicious gazes."

Pausing to gather myself and steady my breathing while suppressing the chills and ache those memories stirred, I turned my attention back to Vixuola and proceeded.

"From there, it became a matter of concealing my essence while steadily building my power, aiming for the day when I could reveal myself without fear, striding forth with honor in my true form. And today, that opportunity arrived."

Finishing that part, I flashed Vixuola a broad grin, which left her momentarily entranced before she shook it off and inquired.

"So do you have the ability to?"

Hesitating mid-question, I responded with a smile.

"Yes, but it’s not an easy process. It’s a specific process, and doing that will make it such that they belong to me in a way, serving me. So I haven’t ever done that before, never found anyone to do it with, and never thought I needed to."

My explanation caused Vixuola to tremble slightly, though the latter portion tempered her excitement a touch. For a woman who clawed her way to her current status, accepting subservience to me would prove a bitter pill, not something anyone accepts lightly.

Once power reaches certain heights, most cling fiercely to it, reluctant to pursue alternative paths. It’s a harsh reality, unworthy of harsh judgment.

"I see, sounds like a tough life."

Vixuola remarked with a wry smile, drawing my counter.

"It has been tough, but also a good life. Found some worthwhile people along the way, ones to protect and ones that showed me the way, so it hasn’t been overall that bad."

My statement coaxed a sincere smile onto Vixuola’s features, even as the astonishment from recent events lingered. So, I reclined in my seat, embracing the quiet, as we both settled into a calmer hush, basking under the moonlight with the breeze caressing us.

"This is a serious matter which could change the political structure of the whole vampire race itself. If played right, we would even rise to take on the dragons."

At those words, I watched Vixuola quiver with excitement over the prospects unfolding for her kind. Despite all shifts, the innate loyalty to one’s race endures unchanged, and Vixuola’s observation rang true. An Angel—the very lineage of Angels—holds mythical potency, whispered only in celestial lore.

"Just how much of your strength were you holding back?"

To that probe, I grinned.

"A lot."

I answered with a cunning smirk, prompting Vixuola to laugh softly. Her ambition surged visibly, and I sensed the vision she chased, the destiny she pursued.

"Being what you are, when you became that in itself, your power level would have automatically risen to higher levels due to the very fact of taking in that race. Is the Origin realm 7 fake?"

Her query drew only an enigmatic smile from me in return.

"Being superior comes with its own advantages."

Vixuola’s eyes narrowed at my evasion; she bristled at my secrecy, yet comprehended its necessity. To ascend this far, utmost discretion proved essential.

"What made you trust me?"

A straightforward yet weighty inquiry. For someone who concealed everything throughout existence to reveal it now, especially to her, presented a golden chance any vampire would seize recklessly. Thus, my choice of her puzzled her deeply.

"Because you were the best."

My direct, earnest reply met her gaze squarely. She relished it more than she’d confess.

"The only reason you so openly came forward right now is that you have reached a level where you don’t have to fear what will fall upon you, but I am guessing you still want me to keep what you are a secret?"

"Yes, though I don’t mind loyalty buying more."

Vixuola inclined her head in acknowledgment before posing further key questions.

"Would there be a limit to how many you can turn?"

"I can’t answer that correctly, but it takes a lot out of me just to turn the one. I will be momentarily weakened after I do that, plus I can’t easily keep doing it either. It takes time and effort. Plus, as you can understand, a certain level of interaction..."

Trailing off, a faint flush colored my cheeks as I went on.

"My blood has to be taken from me from close range, which means skin-to-skin drinking. No other way won’t work, and as you can understand, I won’t prefer doing that with a male."

Her lips quirked at the revelation, eyes sharpening as she grasped the implications fully.

"Would you have full control of who you create?"

"I am not a god. They can’t harm me, but I can’t fully control them either. They are all free to live by."

Vixuola absorbed the response with evident skepticism, though she refrained from challenging it.