After the Black Witches were defeated and the Vampires suppressed, the Statu Continent finally returned to stability. Tang Qiu enjoyed a period of peaceful life in the Holy See, but soon grew a little bored. The Red-robed Archbishops could travel to various countries on inspection tours, but as the Pope, she was confined to the Holy See’s nation—a fact that greatly displeased Tang Qiu.

However, the gentle and considerate Pope never complained about her dissatisfaction. She simply found a way to solve the problem.

In the twelfth year of the new Papal calendar, turmoil erupted in the Blood Domain. The Vampires intended to attack the Holy See’s nation, and the Red-robed Archbishops who had been on inspection tours across the various countries were urgently recalled. Archbishops Reese and Monica, harboring questions, were the first to rush back to the Holy See’s nation. They were greeted by Lola and a host of Gangrel Vampires, while the Pope herself had already traveled alone to the Blood Domain to negotiate for the safety of the Statu Continent. Her return date was unknown.

Reese: “…”

Monica: “…”

Lola shrugged helplessly. “I was forced into this.” Who could resist the threat of a second-generation Gangrel? Certainly not her.

The Pope, who had granted herself an extended vacation, was currently at the Oscarld Sea studying the teleportation array, accompanied by a certain second-generation Gangrel Vampire, a certain Black Witch, and a certain War General who had yet to reclaim her body.

“Can this array really travel to other dimensions?” Erin crouched beside the array, resting her chin on her hands, looking troubled. “But last time we were sent five thousand years into the past. If we end up in the Age of Gods, we’ll be in danger.”

Wolf Fang lowered her gaze to look down at the top of Erin’s head and said in a low voice, “To go to the Age of Gods, we’d have to go to the Blood Domain and capture a Vampire who had experienced that era.” In truth, she herself had lived through the Age of Gods, but she currently lacked a physical body.

Erin blinked. “I don’t want to go there.”

After studying the array for a while, Tang Qiu steered the conversation back to their original topic. “Can it really go to any dimension?” She looked at Wolf Fang, as this information had come from her.

Except when it came to Erin, Wolf Fang remained extremely cold toward others. “Only if the dimension’s level is lower than the Statu Continent.” For example, the Divine Realm could only be reached by opening the Heavenly Gate.

Traveling to another dimension was different from traveling through time. As long as the conditions were met, the former was far simpler than the latter.

Tang Qiu stroked her chin, turned to glance at Lucille, and said with a playful smile, “Let me take you somewhere fun.”

Erin looked up at her in confusion. Tang Qiu raised her staff and pressed it against the teleportation array, chanting the incantation Wolf Fang had taught her. A flash of white light later, the four of them vanished without a trace.

Inside a hotel room in a bustling city on Earth, a flash of white light revealed the figures of Tang Qiu, Lucille, Erin, and Wolf Fang in the center of the room.

Erin, still dressed in her witch’s black robes, stared at the unfamiliar surroundings in shock. “Where is this?”

She turned to look at Tang Qiu and was even more astonished. “Who are you?”

Tang Qiu raised a hand to touch the black, wavy hair cascading over her chest, somewhat surprised. She walked to the mirror and studied the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar face. After a moment, she smiled. She touched her face and turned to Lucille, who had come to stand beside her, and asked softly, “Do you think this face is pretty?”

Lucille squeezed Tang Qiu’s wrist, carefully studying her for a long moment, then slowly nodded. “Pretty.”

Erin sidled up to Wolf Fang and whispered, “Why does Grace look like this?”

Wolf Fang reached out and patted Erin’s head. “This is her body in this dimension.”

Erin looked a bit bewildered, uncertain if she fully understood, but remarkably, she remained calm.

After her initial surprise, and knowing Erin was bursting with questions, Tang Qiu opened the computer on the desk to show her some of her old information, while she herself pulled Lucille to sit on the bed and introduced her to this world.

Her powerful werewolf body was completely gone, replaced by one so delicate it seemed it might shatter with the slightest touch. It made Lucille afraid to hold her too tightly. Yet, knowing this was Tang Qiu’s original body, she couldn’t suppress her desire to touch it, her throat tightening with an inexplicable thirst.

Tang Qiu noticed Lucille’s unusual state. She knelt on one knee by the bed, pressing her forehead to Lucille’s, her eyes brimming with laughter as she whispered in her ear, “You can’t just feed on this body of mine whenever you want. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Lucille’s hand continued to caress Tang Qiu’s body, but her expression remained perfectly serious. “I know.”

Tang Qiu chuckled, lowered her voice, and her lips almost touched Lucille’s ear as she teased, “And you can’t be too rough in bed either, or I wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

Lucille paused, and this time her flat tone carried a faint, barely perceptible hint of frustration. “…I know.”

The two leaned together, speaking softly for a while longer. Tang Qiu was about to let Lucille feed to satisfy her craving when a cry of surprise from Erin interrupted them.

Erin was lying on the table, staring at the strange little box that had just displayed images of Tang Qiu. She exclaimed in shock, “I saw Grace!” She turned to look at Tang Qiu, her curiosity piqued. “Is ‘Rising Starlet’ a person’s name? Are you friends? Did you invite her to stay over at your place?” With Wolf Fang’s help, Erin had easily understood the content on the screen, and her curiosity was instantly aroused.

Tang Qiu’s hand, resting on Lucille’s shoulder, paused. She looked down to see Lucille’s eyes, which had instantly turned crimson, and seriously racked her memory for a moment before recalling which scandal Erin was referring to. She wrapped her arms around Lucille’s neck and explained softly, “That person is just a fan of mine who happened to live nearby. A paparazzo took that photo and made up a story.”

Lucille thought of the crazed nobles in the empire who idolized Tang Qiu and quickly grasped the meaning of “fan.” She lowered her head again to kiss Tang Qiu’s wrist.

From behind came another cry of surprise from Erin. “Goodness, Grace, did you have multiple lovers here?” She watched the video Wolf Fang was playing for her, a fan-made compilation of clips from all the characters Tang Qiu had portrayed, edited together as a pairing video.

But Erin clearly didn’t understand the concept of a fan-made pairing video.

Tang Qiu glanced back, managing to keep a gentle smile on her face. “That’s all fake.” She paused, casting a look at Wolf Fang. “Don’t show her any more strange things.”

She turned back and began explaining to Lucille again. She had just managed to clear things up when yet another cry of surprise came from behind.

Tang Qiu: “…”

“Is this true? Grace, did you really… mmph…” A beam of golden light flew over and sealed Erin’s mouth. Mid-sentence, she found she couldn’t make a sound and, belatedly sensing the somewhat awkward atmosphere in the room, obediently curled up on the table, not daring to look around anymore.

Wolf Fang reached out and touched Erin’s lips, dispelling the golden light. She pulled Erin into her arms and said softly, “How about I find something more interesting for you to watch?”

Erin lay against her, shaking her head. She was about to say something when Lucille’s figure flashed past her, taking the spot she had just occupied.

Erin immediately felt guilty and glanced at Tang Qiu.

Tang Qiu found her arms empty and let out a helpless sigh. Just how foolish had she been to open the computer and let Erin search for her information?

Leaning against the headboard, Tang Qiu earnestly defended herself to Lucille’s back: Though I have many scandals, I am actually chaste and never fool around.

Lucille scrolled through the actress’s extensive list of scandals, her expression blank as she gave a noncommittal hum.

Tang Qiu looked at the root of the problem, her smile radiant but her tone laced with a hint of coldness. “Wolf Fang, couldn’t you have found some normal news for Erin to read?”

Wolf Fang said flatly, “Erin likes this kind of thing.”

Feeling Tang Qiu’s gaze upon her, Erin weakly protested, “I don’t.”

She poked Wolf Fang in the waist with her finger. This little furball was way too mischievous.