Chapter 39: Compatibility

“Do you know any other information about him?”

Vilnia Randell continued to ask.

“The more the better.”

Mel looked at Vilnia Randell's serious expression, didn't ask any more questions, and continued to recall:

“As far as I know, Allen is a senior member of the Omniscience Society, responsible for some important secret projects. But his position isn't that high, not even a Sub-Chair… a Sub-Chair should be a more senior position in the Omniscience Society. Something like a Bishop or an Archbishop…”

“So, they're targeting you because you killed one of their members?”

Vilnia Randell frowned.

“That doesn't sound like the Omniscience Society’s style.”

“Jessica was responsible for herding and collecting Quintessence for them,” Mel explained.

“But I killed Jessica, and all that Quintessence was sacrificed to the Red Moon by me. The Omniscience Society doesn't know this. They think I took the Quintessence, and that's why they're targeting me.”

“Heh.”

Hearing this, Vilnia Randell couldn't help but let out a sneer.

“To call themselves the Omniscience Society with this, they really are just a bunch of pseudo-sages.”

She said with disdain.

“How could a Stress Phase Shepherd hold that much Quintessence? They don't even bother to think.”

With that, Vilnia Randell looked at Mel again.

“Did you tell Bishop Oliver about this?”

“I did.”

Mel nodded.

Vilnia Randell then let out a sigh of relief.

“That's good.”

Vilnia Randell's fingers gently massaged Mel's shoulders, feeling her body slowly relax.

“But to be honest, I'm surprised.”

Vilnia Randell chuckled softly.

“You look so fragile, but I didn't expect you to be capable of killing someone.”

Hearing this, Mel didn't answer and just lowered her head slightly.

Vilnia Randell's fingers slid from her shoulders to her neck.

She leaned forward and whispered in Mel's ear: “But this is how a Red Moon Shepherd should be. Do you know, Mel—”

Her fingers continued to move down, gently rubbing Mel's collarbone.

“When I saw you walk out of the kitchen, your skirt was stained with blood, but you were pretending to be scared, as if you had just narrowly escaped death. I almost fell in love with you.”

Vilnia Randell's breath fanned Mel's ear.

Her fingers lingered at Mel's collarbone.

Besides the sweet scent of the raspberry pudding, the air also carried a hint of ambiguity.

“Do you know? Your expression at that time was exactly like a kitten that had just finished its prey.”

Vilnia Randell chuckled softly.

Her fingers slowly moved downwards.

“You had blood on your hands, but you were pretending to be innocent.”

Mel's breathing became erratic.

She could feel Vilnia Randell's fingers lightly fiddling with the buttons on her dress.

Her warm fingertips occasionally brushed against her skin, causing a shiver.

“W-wait!”

The girl immediately reacted and grabbed Vilnia Randell's hand.

“What… what are you doing?”

“Ah, I'm sorry. When I'm talking, my hands always make little movements uncontrollably.”

Seeing that her plan was exposed, Vilnia Randell discreetly withdrew her hand and coughed lightly.

She tried to get closer to Mel, but this time Mel took two steps back, looking at Vilnia Randell with a hint of vigilance.

“I think we should just talk at this distance…. Otherwise, I'm going home.”

“Cough, cough… Alright, that works too.”

Vilnia Randell stopped walking with some disappointment, secretly blaming herself for being too impatient just now.

“Oh right, Mel, do you want to know what my herding method is?”

In order to change the subject, Vilnia Randell took the initiative to bring up her herding method.

And Mel's attention was very naturally drawn to it, a curious look on her face.

After all, as a fellow Red Moon Shepherd, the white dove had said that eight out of ten Red Moon Shepherds can't escape from bloodshed.

And according to the Omniscience Society people, Vilnia Randell seemed to be The Baptized already.

To be able to become The Baptized shows that Vilnia Randell has definitely had a lot of experience in herding.

Mel really wanted to know what her herding method was like, and if it also involved bloodshed or even killing.

Seeing the worry and curiosity in Mel's eyes, Vilnia Randell chuckled softly.

“Don't worry. My herding method is considered a gentle one, even among Red Moon Shepherds. My herding won't take anyone's life, and it might not even involve bloodshed.”

“What is it?”

Mel asked subconsciously.

“I won't tell you.”

Vilnia Randell gave a mysterious smile.

“But I can give you a hint—our herding methods all correspond to one of the Red Moon's authorities.”

“The Red Moon's authorities….”

Mel instinctively thought about it in her mind.

Sacrifice, the Hunt, Desire, Death, Reincarnation.

Since Vilnia Randell said that she wouldn't take anyone's life, she could rule out the Hunt and Death, as well as Reincarnation.

The only ones left were Sacrifice and Desire.

Is Sacrifice dedicating things to the Red Moon?

What does she dedicate?

How?

If it's Desire?

Suddenly, Mel recalled all the intimate gestures Vilnia Randell had made towards her.

“You're not….”

“Want to guess?”

Vilnia Randell didn't answer, and just maintained her mysterious smile.

(Kill that vile seducer)

(Lead the lost lamb back to the right path)

Suddenly, the gibberish sounded again.

Mel's pupils suddenly contracted.

She then quickly got up.

“I… I have to go now—thank you for your hospitality.”

She said, then quickly walked toward the door.

“Are you leaving already?”

Vilnia Randell asked. “Why don't you stay for dinner? I wanted you to try my cooking.”

“N-no, it's getting late.”

Mel shook her head.

Her hand was already on the doorknob.

“Alright, if you insist.”

Seeing Mel's urgent expression, Vilnia Randell finally nodded.

“Well then, see you next week, Mel.”

“Mmm, see you next week….”

Mel nodded, then ran out of the door as if escaping.

Vilnia Randell stood by the window, watching Mel's figure get farther and farther away.

She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

“I didn't expect her to be a Shepherd too, and a Shepherd of the Hunt at that. Is this what they call a contrast….”

The girl slowly turned and walked toward her room, then pulled open a drawer.

The wide mahogany drawer contained one item after another—some were jewelry, some were specimens, and some were letters.

These were all sacrifices.

Under each sacrifice was a label with the name of the one who sacrificed it.

Classmates, teachers, and even her parents.

Vilnia Randell gently closed the drawer, then opened a new compartment.

She had lined the compartment with gray velvet and wrote the person's name in amber ink.

This was what she had prepared for her, but it remained empty.

Waiting for the day it would receive the proper sacrifice.

“A Shepherd of the Hunt, and a Shepherd of Sacrifice. Either I will be the result of your hunt. Or you will offer me as a sacrifice. No matter the outcome, I will be content.”

Vilnia Randell looked at the empty compartment and murmured softly.

“We truly have the best compatibility, Mel.”

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