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Chapter 826: Chapter 205: Growing with the Consume of Light, Pregnant with the Moon’s Cycle Chapter 826: Chapter 205: Growing with the Consume of Light, Pregnant with the Moon’s Cycle Aiwass pushed open the unlocked room door and, following the flow of mana in the room, found Lily, kneeling in the bathtub.

The bathroom was shrouded in mist, with rolling waves of heat.

This was the ritual known as the “Egg of Darkness.”

To avoid disturbing Lily during her ritual, he did not go out directly.

Aiwass touched the emerald gemstone on his chest, and his presence dissolved into the Void.

His body became translucent in the blink of an eye—when he stepped into the bathroom, the moonlight directly passed through his body, casting directly onto Lily’s back.

A shattered glass cup lay on the ground next to the bathtub.

On Lily’s pristine back, an intricate and ancient pattern had been carved.

Tiny drops of fresh blood trickled down her back, staining the entire bathtub red.

It seemed that there was not a drop of water in the whole bathtub, only the boundless sea of blood from the New Moon Ritual, which was visibly steaming, the swaths of mist making Lily’s skin red-hot.

The moonlight, like frost that freezes everything, tried to cover the wounds and prevent the blood from continuing to flow down.

She was sobbing softly, emitting a faint, almost imperceptible, lament.

Her hands seemed to be washing something, groping in front of her, yet seeming to catch nothing.

Aiwass moved two steps closer and then saw what it was.

He was taken aback.

—That was a “baby” about to be born from Lily’s body.

It was not in the shape of a human baby, but instead a bloodied lump of flesh with a blurry human form.

Lily’s hands were not trying to wash something, nor were they attempting to strangle it.

She was trying to pull the baby out of her body.

Normally, such a difficult birth might have resulted in the baby’s death.

However, the life force inside Lily was unceasingly drawn by the baby—its blood-drenched surface was rapidly growing skin and swelling in size at a visible pace.

The intense feeling of powerlessness made Lily’s body weak, and the baby was stuck halfway through.

If this continued, it was feared that the “baby” would completely drain Lily of her life force, and then crawl out from her withered husk.

Such a malevolent nature…

and yet it possessed a strange divinity.

Is this the Egg Moon Manual?

After the New Moon fully opens and then withers, it transforms into the second new moon…

But Aiwass knew that he could not let Lily continue like this—the nature of this secretive ritual made it no wonder that she didn’t want Sherlock to stand guard for her.

“…You could have at least told me,” Aiwass emerged slowly from the void, feeling somewhat helpless about Lily’s stubborn silence, “Had I known, I would have had Sister come over.

Or it would have been fine for Lady Grace to come and watch… Do you need my help to pull it out?”

He was still hesitant to treat Lily—healing Blessings might interfere with the ritual, and his healing power was too strong, possibly mending the Ritual Magic Circle on Lily’s back and potentially disrupting the ritual, bringing unnecessary danger to Lily.

Aiwass’s sudden appearance did not scare Lily.

Perhaps she had sensed Aiwass’s presence a long time ago, or maybe she knew Aiwass would come.

She simply lifted her head weakly to glance at him, her body drenched in sweat.

However, her parched lips parted slightly, and the tongue that stuck out half-way revealed a silent longing in her crimson pupils.

Was she…

thirsty for water?

No, that wasn’t right—

Aiwass, looking into the blood-red pupils of Lily’s transformation, sensed a vaguely familiar feeling.

…It was like the yearning of a Shadow Demon.

Perhaps it was because Lily had once signed a contract with a Shadow Demon.

Now, Lily’s response was exactly the same as that of the Shadow Demon on the return journey from Eagle Cape Village—

…Phantom Demon transformation?

Lily had mentioned before that she wanted to drink Aiwass’s blood during the ritual.

This might be useful…

With that in mind, Aiwass picked up the bloodstained Ritual Dagger that had fallen to the ground.

His right hand clasped the ritual dagger—the blade punctured the skin, cutting so deep the bone was visible, and blood dripped down.

A strange and intoxicating fragrance, like that of fruit wine, filled the bathroom.

Even Aiwass himself was momentarily lost in it.

He saw Lily’s pupils suddenly become hollow, her body violently trembling and convulsing.

Aiwass brought his palm close to Lily’s mouth.

With a gaze as tender as a loving mother, he softly said, “Drink, drink…

“Feast on my blood, with no song or speech.”

He murmured softly, “This is our secret, the mark of our sin…”

Aiwass’s life force was so strong that the wound closed at a visible rate, the blood dried before it could all flow out.

So, he simply flipped his right hand over, palm facing upward.

Aiwass took the ritual dagger and stabbed into his own palm—then he slowly pulled it upward.

Blood spurted out, flesh split apart.

The traces of bright red branched out like a tree, the slanting wound expanding with its pattern.

Blood, trickling downward, turned into droplets and fell.

It landed on the high bridge of Lily’s nose, then dripped down into her mouth.

Lily quietly lapped up the blood drops falling from Aiwass’s middle finger, like a tender lamb.

Aiwass then took a deep breath and channeled mana into it, reciting the sacred words passed down in the Nurturing Secret Sequel:

“I am the holy communion…

“—this is mercy.”

As Aiwass chanted, the already vibrant red patterns on Lily’s body grew even more enchantingly vivid.

The baby connected to Lily, who had already been watching Aiwass with its strange dark gold pupils, struggled mightily and forced itself out from Lily’s body.

After leaving the body completely, she began to grow rapidly—skin and hair sprouted, flourishing with the wind.

She gulped down the blood in the bathtub, and when she grew to the size of a seven or eight-year-old girl, she climbed directly onto Lily’s body.

Lily’s eyes remained hollow, staying silent without uttering a word.

Like a kitten fighting for its mother’s milk, she squeezed in with her eyes wide open, making a sharp cry like a cat’s meow, devouring Aiwass’s blood.

Her pupils gradually elongated, becoming even more eerie.

Their umbilical cord was still connected, the life force flowing back and forth between them.

Soon she grew into a black-haired girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, while Lily’s blood-colored pupils gradually faded, returning to their original grey.

And the blood-red rectangular pupils became the little girl’s eyes.

But what made Aiwass uneasy was…

those were not human pupils, nor were they the vertical pupils full of bestiality.

—Those were the pupils of a lamb that had been shepherded.

“Master, I am…”

The little witch of the Path of Love murmured unclearly, voicing the first sentence of her life in a childish tone: “I am…

Selene.

“I am your little lamb.”

…

Huh?

Wait…

Did something go wrong with the ritual?

Or is this situation normal?@@novelbin@@

Looking at the still-silent Lily, anxiety peaked in Aiwass’s heart.