Grateful for Nature's Bounty

When night fell once more, Molly picked up the clothes she had retrieved for Adele a few days ago and headed to Adele's room. After further adjustments, the mass-produced standard uniform had become perfectly tailored for Adele.

Along with the clothes Adele had worn the previous day, Molly had two sets of clothes in the small bag she carried. Adele was surprised when Molly pulled out two sets of clothes. "Where did this set come from?"

At the start of the school year, the school had issued three sets of uniforms for rotation. One had been damaged, another was on Adele, so logically, Molly should have only had one set. Molly answered truthfully, "I went to the supply office to get it."

"I heard the staff at the supply office have a bad attitude. Did they give you a hard time?" Judging by Adele's tone, if Molly said she had been mistreated, Adele might rush to the supply office to cause trouble for the staff. In fact, the supply office often received complaints from students.

Some maids or servants were indeed favored by their masters; otherwise, they wouldn't have been chosen to accompany them to school. A maid like White, for instance, even carried the family surname. Servants favored to this extent would naturally have their masters stand up for them if they were mistreated by the supply office staff.

Perhaps the staff had grown tired of being confronted, so they had developed a keen ability to identify the servants by their masters' names. Seeing the name "Black" on the form, even when facing a human maid, the staff's attitude had unconsciously improved.

Such was the life of a lowly worker.

Molly replied, "Not at all. In a way, they treat humans quite equally." Molly hadn't developed PTSD over the phrase "treated equally" because of what happened with the doctor, but Adele had a different reaction; she had a strong response to those words.

Adele was startled, even setting down the coffee she was drinking. She walked over to Molly, grasping her shoulders with a serious expression. "Molly, you mustn't fall for the little tricks of those vampires. They're experts at using such tactics to deceive innocent humans like you."

The way Adele spoke, it was as if she were distancing herself entirely from the vampires. Molly couldn't help but smirk and tease her, "It sounds like you're saying you're not a vampire, Miss."

Adele proudly puffed out her chest, making her already impressive figure even more pronounced. "I'm different. I'm straightforward! I only ask you directly when I want to drink your blood. I never resort to underhanded tricks."

—What she said wasn't wrong, but it did sound a bit odd.

Molly also thought that Adele's puppy-dog-like pleading eyes were quite a small trick in themselves. Thankfully, Molly had a strong will; otherwise, she might have been swayed and let Adele drink her blood. Molly patted Adele's hand, brushing it off her shoulder before reminding her.

"Miss, if you don't leave now, you might be late."

Adele quickly turned to check the clock on the wall and realized that if she didn't hurry, she really would be late. She hastily grabbed the coffee she had set down, downing it in one gulp. She drank it so fast that she burned her tongue. Despite her strong constitution, Adele couldn't help but stick out her tongue and mutter, "So hot."

She then grabbed her school bag and rushed out of the room without looking back.

Once Adele had left, Molly calmly carried the clothes into the room, hanging both sets in the wardrobe. She also went into the bathroom to gather the clothes Adele had worn the day before.

Life continued at a steady pace—Molly performed her duties at night, serving Adele and fulfilling her role as a maid. During the day, she sometimes trained Helen, teaching her how to fight and defend herself, and other times she visited Yuanhang at the farm at the foot of the mountain to coordinate matters with the human resistance.

But on this particular day, as Molly waited for Helen at the old school building, she sensed several unfamiliar presences. Molly didn't immediately flee because Helen hadn't brought vampires to capture her; she had brought six other human maids to the old school building.

Helen looked a bit embarrassed, but before she could speak, the six maids stepped forward, their eyes filled with determination as they faced Molly. "Molly, please teach us how to fight back against the low-level vampire maids! We've had enough—we don't want to be bullied anymore!"

—Perfect.

Molly never refused those who sought her help, especially those who had awakened to the idea of resistance. These women were treasures of the human world, carriers of the flame of rebellion. Even if they were only servants in noble households, as long as they carried the spark, they could ignite others.

So Molly accepted them all without hesitation. Whoever came to her wanting to learn how to fight vampires, she taught them willingly—how to train, how to counter their opponents. She even paired them up for sparring sessions.

The maids trained earnestly because they truly didn't want to be bullied anymore, and as a result, they improved quickly. Once, Molly saw one of the maids she had trained finally lose her patience and fight back when a low-level vampire tried to bully her.

But she hadn't considered the difference in numbers—facing three or four vampires alone was a losing battle. She had only been training for a short time and wasn't like Molly, who was practically invincible. After injuring the ringleader who had bullied her, the maid was eventually overpowered and beaten up.

Molly thought about it and decided to bring some healing ointment to the maid's room the next day.

The maid's face was swollen from the beating—those vampires really had no restraint, not even knowing the courtesy of not hitting someone in the face.

The maid was surprised to see Molly but still invited her into the room. Molly sat in a chair, watching as the maid applied ointment to herself. Molly couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you mad that I didn't help when I saw it happen?"

The maid shook her head. "We're already grateful that you're teaching us how to fight back. It's not right to expect you to intervene every time we get into trouble." After saying that, she proudly recounted her own achievements. "And you know what? I actually hit the vampire who bullied me the most! I punched her right in the eye! Her annoying red eyes even turned a bit black—it was hilarious!"

She raised her fist as she spoke, proving just how capable she was at standing up to a vampire.

Molly nodded. She had seen it happen.

The maid beamed with pride. Although she had been beaten, the fact that she had fought back made her feel much less oppressed. After checking on the maid, Molly returned to her room. The sun slowly rose in the east, illuminating the world with its warm light.

Molly dragged a chair out to the balcony to bask in the sunlight, soaking in the warmth.

The semester passed quickly, and soon it was time for Adele's final exams. After finishing her tests, Adele returned to her room, full of energy, only to find Molly packing her belongings. A smile spread across Adele's face as she walked over to Molly, sitting down on the bed with a flourish that made her silver hair fly up.

Seeing Adele's demeanor, Molly knew she had done well on her exams. At the very least, she had probably outperformed Miss Gordon. Adele, brimming with confidence, looked at Molly with an expression that clearly said, "Go ahead, praise me!"

Adele was the type of person who thrived on Molly's compliments. Without them, she would wilt like a flower deprived of water.

Molly had no choice but to praise Adele while asking the question she knew Adele most wanted to hear: "You're amazing, Miss. I bet you did exceptionally well on your exams, didn't you?" If Adele were paying attention, she might have noticed the hint of sarcasm in Molly's praise, but she was too caught up in the compliments to notice. She held her head high, like a swan in the park.

"Well, I did okay—just first place, that's all." Adele was full of pride. If she had a tail like a werewolf, Molly was sure it would be wagging high in the air.

After humoring her mistress, Molly and Adele confirmed their departure time for the next evening. Adele also asked Molly to check how much artificial blood they had left. There wouldn't be any places to buy artificial blood on the road, and Adele refused to drink real blood—whether it was pig, duck, or chicken blood, she insisted it all had a smell.

Molly couldn't understand it. How could pig's blood, duck's blood, or chicken's blood have such a strong smell? If she could, she would happily eat a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup—she had no problem with blood products! But because vampires existed in this world, blood was a precious commodity, and Molly could never get her hands on it for culinary purposes.

The irony was that the pigs, ducks, and chickens providing blood for the noble children were raised in a clean, almost pampered environment. They were fed fruits and scientifically bred, more like pets than livestock.

Their pork, beef, and duck meat were all exceptionally delicious. Molly especially enjoyed the grilled duck at the school cafeteria, though it wasn't served often. The steak was also delicious, made from top-quality beef that Molly could only dream of affording in her previous life.

Molly was truly grateful for nature's bounty. Fortunately, the vampires didn't consume much meat, allowing such high-quality meat to end up on her plate. Molly admitted to herself that part of the reason she hadn't left Adele's side was the excellent food.

If she went to join the human resistance, she wouldn't be able to enjoy top-quality beef anymore—just simple chicken, duck, and fish. Molly couldn't bear such a downgrade, so after some thought, she decided to stay with the vampires.

After all, living among the vampires meant free food and drink. As the hope of the human resistance, Molly had decided to consume as much of the vampires' wealth as possible—by eating.

After all, beef, pork, and lamb didn't come cheap.