Pastor's Tantra

——Generally speaking, the Moon Children do not need sleep.

They are all Moon Monsters who have died and reborn, and are a tough race with dragon blood flowing in their bodies. Even if they are killed by swords, at most they will turn into stone statues or white ash, so they do not need to sleep at all and do not have to worry about sudden death or exhaustion.

The problem of lack of mana can also be slowly compensated by sucking blood...

However, Alphonse von Pilotti can only fall into a deep sleep when night falls these days.

There is no other reason, just because his mana consumption during this period is too great...

In order to complete the ritual taught by Ms. Kingsford every day, he almost drained all his mana-because this is not a complex ritual that the fourth-level Moon Children can handle. As a transcendent path, he is even only at the third level of the spell mage... and has not yet been promoted to the fourth level to become a great wizard.

And it is precisely because he is weak enough that he has not been listed as a suspect from the beginning.

He even has to wear an ornament that can temporarily increase his mana and convert his vitality into mana, so that he can barely get the minimum mana required for the ritual. This ornament itself was also lent to him by Ms. Kingsford. Therefore, he was full of gratitude to Ms. Kingsford.

Every day after his mana was exhausted, he would endure the severe pain from deep in his brain and fall into a deep sleep full of nightmares.

On this day, Alphonse was haunted by nightmares as usual.

He dreamed that he made a very stupid suggestion and was fiercely reprimanded by his father and laughed at by other brothers and sisters. But he could only smile foolishly and said nothing.

"Your incompetence is beyond my imagination! The comfortable life has corrupted your mind.

"Great son of the moon, you must not be so stupid! When I need you, don't be a clown here for me!"

The sound of his father throwing things resounded throughout the hall, and it seemed so clear in Alphonse's memory that it even echoed repeatedly. The faces of the other brothers and sisters were all blurred... Only his father's rage and Count Leipzig's chuckle with his head down made him remember deeply.

At this time, Count Leipzig just smiled and raised his head.

He asked softly: "You still can't forget it? You good boy...

"Is it because you can't accept it because you were scolded by someone you admired for the first time?"

At that moment, Alphonse suddenly woke up from his dream.

He realized that this was definitely not Count Leipzig. Even if he hated that guy, he knew that he would never show such a feminine smile...

"Are you awake?"

"Count Leipzig" chuckled.

When Alphonse realized that the "Count Leipzig" in front of him was not himself, the whole nightmare stopped. His father, who was still furious, suddenly calmed down and stopped scolding, and everyone else stopped. In the whole space, only he and "Count Leipzig" could move normally.

"...Ms. Kingsford?"

Alphonse asked tentatively: "Is it you?"

"It's me."

As "Count Leipzig" chuckled, he stretched out five fingers and pressed the air like plucking the strings of a guitar.

The next moment, everyone in this dream withered and melted. Like a snowman under the sun, or an ice sculpture burning in flames.

The shell of the "Count of Leipzig" melted, revealing his inner essence.

She was a witch of the realm of love with a beauty beyond the comprehension of mortals.

She had slightly long ears, and was obviously a half-elf. Her fair skin seemed to be shining, and her dark golden hair was soft and silky, hanging down to her waist. Her chest was surprisingly high, and the white gauze she wore did not hide her charm at all. On the contrary, it was her dark golden pupils - this was the only part of her that made her look too majestic and sharp.

Although she had been famous for a long time, she still looked like she was only in her early twenties. Her skin and facial features were as tender as a girl, and her soft and friendly smile looked quite tolerant.

"Do you miss me, baby?"

Anna Kingsford smiled gently, walked to Alphonse, and stroked his hair intimately.

Alphonse was not simply a child of the moon transformed by the red phase Pomponazzi - before being transformed, he was the child of a human and a child of the moon.

Yes, he is the child born by Peng Bo Naqi and his blood slave.

After he became an adult, he was transformed into the Son of the Moon by Peng Bo Naqi himself.

His appearance also inherited the excellence of his parents... He has brilliant short golden hair and pupils that are as red as wine under normal circumstances. He can be called handsome from any angle, but he is slightly feminine.

The eternal boy who looks only 17 or 18 years old, if he grows his hair longer and puts on a skirt, he will be a beautiful young lady without makeup. With such superior appearance conditions, he has become accustomed to the route of pleasing people with his beauty.

The young ladies of Xingtan are often easily deceived by his sweet words and follow him obsessively; those noble ladies also particularly like handsome and immature boys like him; and at the same time, Xingtan is different from Avalon, there are also a group of male old nobles who like men...

"You can dream about this again... It seems that Pomponazzi has caused you a lot of psychological trauma."

Anna Kingsford hugged Alphonse and commented softly: "After this incident, you have to find a reliable psychiatrist to diagnose you."

"...Where can I find a psychiatrist that I can trust?"

Alphonse smiled bitterly and said: "I carry too many secrets with me, and I no longer dare to let go and sleep."

"Then do you hate Peng Bonazi?"

Anna suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Is not likely to……"

Alphonse shook his head: "I just hope that I can relieve my father's worries. I made stupid opinions... That was my own lack of experience."

At that time, he had not investigated Yulia at all, and in fact he had no understanding of the political situation in Avalon. It was just because he wanted to show off in front of his father that no one else spoke, so he rushed alone. In the past, I recommended myself.

"...But now I know that Yulia is not that easy to deceive. So I was indeed wrong at the beginning."

"oh……?"

Anna came close to Alphonse, her cheek gently pressed against his, and the fingers of her other hand gently stroked something on Alphonse's left cheek: "Do you admit your mistake? Then you regret it. Do you... help me with this?"

"You won't regret it, Ms. Kingsford."

Alphonse shook his head: "Although I am indeed stupid... But I don't think my father is so angry because of my stupidity. It's because they are indeed useless.

"If I want to truly become an adult in front of my father, ultimately I need more strength - so Ms. Kingsford, I still hope for your help!"

"Of course, I will help you."

Anna chuckled and whispered in his ear: "But I want to collect the reward."

"……yes."

Alphonse's cheeks also turned red and he said softly: "Just like before."

He really didn't know anything, so when he begged Ms. Kingsford, he could only use his strengths - to sleep with this terrible woman who was feared in Rose Cross.

But strangely, he found Ms. Kingsford charming. Although before coming to her, he was worried that the other party might torture him... After all, most extraordinary people on the path of love are not normal. But she seemed unusually gentle, which made Alphonse feel that he was not at a disadvantage at all.

Even...he felt like he even fell in love with her.

So much so that I felt aggrieved for her!

——How could such a beautiful and gentle lady be so slandered by people!

Of course, compared to his father...Ms. Kingsford can only be ranked second in his heart.