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Inside the private Mirage Realm—
"Hey, Moka."
Max smiled faintly at Moka Akashiya. "I've decided to turn this place into our home."
"Our home?!"
Her eyes lit up immediately. She glanced around, then met Max's gaze—her face blossomed with a smile as bright as sunlight through petals.
Meanwhile, in the consciousness space within the Rosario—
Inner Moka shared the memory, and the corners of her lips curved slightly too.
Her heart fluttered.
The urge to drink blood surged again.
For vampires, that desire usually comes from two things—one, hunger;two, passion.
And right now, Moka Akashiya clearly belonged to the second type.
"Max… I want it."
Her cheeks were flushed pink, her eyes hazy and burning with emotion, her soft voice brushing against his ear.
Sensing the change in her aura, Max chuckled softly. "Alright."
He knew what she meant.
Moka parted her lips and gently sank her fangs into his neck.
This time, Inner Moka didn't appear.
A dozen seconds later, Moka finished drinking.
"Hey," she asked curiously, "why aren't there any animals in the Mirage Realm?"
Max chuckled, conjuring a small barrier beneath them and sliding the bathrobe she'd been wearing underneath her.
The two began discussing the mysteries of biology—talking about life, reproduction, and creation itself,in a brand-new world of their own.
Meanwhile, in the main world—
A dark shadow flashed across the street, leaping easily over a two-meter wall into Max's courtyard.
It was a black-haired woman holding a strange stone.
"They're not here…"
She frowned slightly, channeling her demonic energy to sense the surroundings.
The stone in her hand glowed faintly red, its four arrows dim.
That meant she was standing near where her target had been recently—but the target wasn't here anymore.
So, where did they go?
She pocketed the stone and approached the living room's floor-to-ceiling window, pressing her hand lightly against the glass as sparks of demonic power shimmered.
Click. The lock disengaged.
She slid the window open, stepped inside, and closed it behind her.
Then she began to search—room by room.
She picked up Max and Moka's phones, tried to unlock them, then put them back when the fingerprint sensors stopped her.
Finally, she sat down on the couch in the living room, closed her eyes, and began to wait—her perception spreading across the entire house.
Night deepened.
Three hours slipped by.
Without a sound, a Mist Gate appeared in the master bedroom upstairs.
Max stepped out, carrying the exhausted Moka Akashiya in his arms.
She curled against his chest, fast asleep, a faint smile resting on her lips.
"Hm?"
The moment he returned, Max frowned slightly.
Someone had been here.
His mental energy swept through the house—and there she was.
A stranger, sitting in his living room.
A vampire's scent.
"Another vampire?" he muttered.Could she be someone from Moka's family?
He gently laid Moka on the bed and pulled a soft blanket over her.
Downstairs—
The black-haired woman suddenly stiffened. She sensed something familiar coming from the second floor.
She took out the glowing stone again—its light pulsing red-hot.
The target had returned.
But now, she could feel two auras.
One was oddly familiar.The other seemed… normal, unremarkable.
She was about to go upstairs when the "unremarkable" one began descending the stairs.
Her eyes flickered.
So she waited.
Soon, Max appeared in the living room.
He saw her immediately—a stunning woman in a black, military-style dress.Sharp eyes.Delicate features.Expressionless.
While he studied her, she was quietly studying him too.
Just a human?
No… something's off.
To her senses, Max felt completely ordinary.But her instincts screamed that he was anything but.
She hesitated—should she attack first?
Before she could decide, Max spoke calmly.
"Who are you?"
"…"
She didn't answer. Her gaze wavered for just a moment, still debating her next move.
Max's eyes narrowed.
He could feel her demonic energy stirring—definitely not a friendly visitor.
Alright then. If she didn't want to talk, no need to hold back.
Sometimes, the best defense is offense.
A faint glow flickered in his eyes.
"Domain—unfold. Sovereign's Realm."
In an instant, a golden space materialized—a perfectly balanced world of heaven and earth.
He didn't do it because he was afraid of losing.He just didn't want his house getting wrecked.
The two of them were drawn into the shimmering domain—the same battlefield where he'd once fought Inner Moka.
Max now sat upon a golden throne.
Behind him, the Sword of Damocles floated in silent vigilance.
"Speak your purpose," he said coolly, his chin resting lightly on his hand.
His voice was calm but carried authority.
Gentleness was for his wives.This woman might be beautiful,but she was a trespasser.
Breaking into his home uninvited,ignoring his questions—that was just rude.
"A… a domain?!"
The black-haired woman's expression changed immediately.Her body tensed, alarm flashing in her crimson eyes.
She hadn't expected to be pulled into a domain so effortlessly—without even realizing when it happened.
When their eyes met,she suddenly felt as though she were standing before a god-king.A strange, primal urge to kneel surged within her.
She gritted her teeth and forced it down with a surge of demonic power.
No fear. Just caution.
After sensing Max's true strength, her expression hardened.
Fine then—she'd test him.
A crimson aura burst out of her,blood-red energy flooding the air.
With a thunderous crack, the pressure exploded around them.
She became a streak of red light, moving faster than any human eye could track,and lunged straight at Maxi.
"Oh?"
Max's eyes narrowed slightly.
So instead of backing down, she chose to attack?
Bold. He liked that.
As she soared upward, her instincts flared.She threw a punch midair—
Crimson Sanctuary!
Blood-red and fiery-red forces collided violently.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The air itself shattered,explosions echoing through the realm.
A shockwave rippled outward, shaking the domain.
Then—hiss!
Hearing a sound like a drop of water sizzling on hot metal,the woman's eyes sharpened.
She quickly pulled back, retreating a few steps—alert and wary.
"....."