This was not the slightly flirtatious modern-style maid outfit.
Maid outfits from around the eighteenth century were the very bulky and large kind.
The hem of the skirt almost reached the ankles; the simple combination of black and white, along with the pleated lace on the shoulders, completed the entire ensemble.
This type of maid outfit better reflected the steady and capable nature of the maids, rather than the seductive style of modern times.
But even so,
worn by Bela, the eldest of the three Vampire sisters,
it still appeared very beautiful. Her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders, and even the heavy makeup on the corners of her mouth and face had been wiped clean.
The pervasive blood stains had also completely vanished.
The overall look was very pure, just as Javier had anticipated.
If these three Vampire sisters could wipe away the heavy makeup and bloodstains from their faces, they should be able to present a completely different style.
However,
Javier wasn't clear on what the purpose of Bela the Vampire dressing up like this was.
Shifting his gaze to the dining table nearby, there was a bottle of red wine, some food, and a neatly folded set of new bedding.
Tsk...
He didn't know if it was just an illusion, but Javier felt this looked a bit like a honey trap.
And in fact, that was exactly the case.
Bela had been sent by Lady Dimitrescu as a beauty to tend to Javier's boring night.
Although she herself was composed of Simulated blowflies, and thinking of her true form would cause a wave of disgust and nausea,
the reality was that as long as Javier was perverted enough,
some simple satisfaction of desire could still be achieved. After all, since these Simulated insects could simulate a human appearance,
simulating those private parts didn't seem impossible either.
Of course, the prerequisite was that Javier could accept it.
Naturally... even if they couldn't go that far, simply using her soft hands to satisfy him wasn't out of the question.
The task Lady Dimitrescu had given to Bela, her eldest daughter,
was to entertain Javier well and make Javier, their new master, as satisfied as possible, so they could obtain more of the Blood Virus.
Regarding this,
as the eldest daughter, Bela felt very helpless,
but she had no choice. The second sister, Cassandra, was a madwoman with slightly frantic behavior who usually enjoyed torturing people, so she naturally couldn't be presented.
The third sister, Daniela, was too young and suffered from delusions.
It seemed that, looking around, only she, the eldest sister, was barely usable, so she had become the lamb delivered to the door.
Furthermore,
just after Javier left,
Lady Dimitrescu had also given the three sisters a taste of the Blood Virus, and it was diluted to the maximum extent.
First, a drop of the Blood Virus was added to a glass of red wine,
then it was divided into three portions, and finally, more red wine was added for further dilution. Only after these tedious steps were completed did the three of them successfully ingest the Blood Virus.
The effects brought by the Blood Virus
were indeed surprising to the three of them.
Initially, the reaction of the three sisters was almost the same as Lady Dimitrescu's; their entire bodies couldn't stop trembling with excitement.
Only later did they slowly adapt.
Once they calmed down, they also discovered changes in themselves. Although they couldn't return to a human state like their mother, Lady Dimitrescu,
Bela could clearly feel that
the blowflies that made up her body had been strengthened and evolved.
They, who were originally afraid of the cold, seemed to have overcome this defect at this moment, and their resistance to the temperature of fire had also greatly increased.
After all, they were formed by a large number of Simulated blowflies; their original physical bodies had long been devoured by the hatched eggs.
So, wanting to return to a solid human state
was certainly impossible. But a single drop of blood could improve their blowfly bodies so much,
so Bela understood why, during the dinner in the dining room earlier,
her mother, Lady Dimitrescu, had lost her composure like that and decisively pledged her loyalty to Javier.
As long as they could obtain more Blood Virus, they could escape this godforsaken village and survive in the outside world. This was good news.
Therefore,
even if she was unwilling,
Bela still wiped off the heavy makeup and bloodstains from her face,
revealing a fair and clean countenance, and changed into the old, bulky maid outfit to serve Javier,
all to please Javier, this Father God,
so that he would trust them more and bestow more Blood Virus upon them.
This was one of the tasks her mother had given her; if nothing unexpected happened, she was to offer up her chastity tonight.
Regarding this,
Javier's forehead was covered in black lines.
If he knew the inner thoughts of Bela the Vampire, he wouldn't be able to help but roll his eyes and complain,
What the hell? Although he was lecherous,
he wasn't thirsty to this extent. Never mind whether Bela was willing or not, just the fact that her true form was blowflies
made it hard for Javier to even consider it.
Even though she was indeed very beautiful and pure at this moment, with a head of long blonde hair and a fair, clean face, with only the Dimitrescu Family Crest on her forehead as decoration,
the thick black lipstick had been wiped clean, giving her a very clean and self-respecting appearance. Coupled with that awkwardly gentle voice from before, the sense of contrast was simply immense.
Thinking back to when he played the game,
the first time these three sisters met our Hand Sanitizer War God, Ethan Winters, there was one burst of eerie, sinister laughter after another.
They immediately pushed Ethan Winters down and used sickles to hook his ankles, dragging him into the castle.
In the end, they didn't just cut off Ethan Winters' wrist to taste his blood, but also hung him from the ceiling. It could be said they were as cruel as could be.
And now, just because it was a different person,
she had turned into this delicate appearance; the contrast was truly striking.
If Ethan Winters saw this, he would probably cough up three liters of blood in anger.
But even so,
Javier still couldn't bring himself to do it; even having her warm the bed was difficult.
After all, the other party was composed of Simulated insects, just like Leech Queen Marcus at the beginning of Resident Evil 0.
It could mimic a woman or a man; it was gender-neutral anyway, and once injured, it would turn into an ugly Leech Man.
This was truly too terrifying.
Can you imagine? Holding a delicate blonde beauty in bed to warm it while you sleep, only to wake up in the morning, pull back the covers, and see—
the delicate blonde beauty in your arms has vanished, replaced by a bed full of flies.
Ugh... temporarily unacceptable!
"Alright, leave the wine and hot food. While you're at it, help me add some firewood and then you can go. I don't need any extra services. This is your reward."
"Remember to tell Lady Dimitrescu that she doesn't need to spend so much effort trying to please me. As long as she can help me overthrow Mother Miranda, then there will be plenty of Blood Virus."
Seeing Bela standing prettily before him in her maid outfit, with an air of bashfulness as if she were about to lift her skirt for his taking, Javier decisively acted as a man of iron restraint and flatly refused.
He had to refuse. If he really accepted, then tomorrow his prized possession might be eaten clean.
So Javier didn't hesitate to wave his hand and shoo Bela, the Vampire maid, away. Then, to dispel their notions,
Javier even took out a small knife,
lightly sliced his finger, and squeezed out a drop of blood into the cup for Bela to take with her.
However,
what Javier didn't notice was that,
the moment Javier used the knife to cut his finger and release a drop of blood,
the Vampire maid Bela's pupils instantly dilated.
Her eyes, filled with longing, stared fixedly at the blood on Javier's finger, her expression full of desire.
She seemed to have discovered a secret,
which was that Javier himself was the source of the Blood Virus.
The blood in Javier's body was the rare blood that creatures like them, Vampires, craved the most. If she were to consume it, Bela couldn't even imagine what she would become.
Or if she were to have some kind of relationship with Javier,
would she also be strengthened? Just this one inadvertent action had mysteriously made Javier a coveted prize in the eyes of countless female monsters.
If Bela had been reluctantly forced to come and serve Javier before, now that she knew Javier was a treasure from head to toe, she didn't seem so resistant anymore!
...
The next day—
Outside the village,
the cold wind was bone-chilling, snowflakes drifted, and the ground was covered in a layer of white snow. Inside a dilapidated wooden house,
a middle-aged man wearing a green jacket was lying on the ground in a deep, heavy stupor.
In the wall of the wooden house, a large hole had been smashed open, with wood chips flying everywhere; it looked like it had been broken through by some kind of beast.
And without a doubt...
this smashed hole was caused by villagers who had failed to merge with the e-mold. Of course, they weren't villagers anymore, but Lycans.
However,
these Lycans weren't the pure-blooded werewolves from underworld; they were defective products. They didn't possess the super-regeneration of underworld werewolves, nor were they afraid of Pristine weapons.
But they were also pitifully weak.
They didn't have strong bodies, only fangs and messy fur.
They were only slightly stronger than ordinary people. All they could do was ride horses into the village to pillage and loot; they were no different from a group of bandits.
But it was these very Lycans
who caused many villagers in the village to cry out in misery. Because of Mother Miranda's indulgence, they were no longer protected.
With Lycans invading the village from time to time to pillage, as time went on, fewer and fewer people remained in the village.
Now, by the time Ethan Winters arrived at the village,
there were fewer than a dozen people left. The village was almost deserted; at this moment, they only dared to huddle together for warmth, quietly waiting for death to arrive.
What was even more ridiculous
was that they were still loudly crying out for Mother Miranda's protection,
unaware that...
the one who truly wanted them dead was the very Mother Miranda they worshipped. After all, now that her daughter Eva was about to be resurrected,
she naturally no longer needed these villagers for experiments, and silencing these villagers would also erase all traces of her existence.