The Evil Lord's Wife Has Spirit Blood-Chapter 372

With his fingers on Michelle’s neck, Alexander finally decided to fulfill his earlier promise.

To do that, he sent a pulse of shadow essence into his index finger, letting it solidify right under his skin.

That formed a sharp, claw‑like form on the end of his finger, letting him draw blood.

Like that, Alexander dragged his finger across the side of Michelle’s neck, leaving behind a thin line.

At first, because the claw was extremely sharp, the line didn’t even seem to bleed and Michelle barely felt it.

But slowly, blood gathered in the wound and after that, started smoothly flowing out.

The wound was actually quite shallow, but after it started bleeding, it wasn’t a little.

So though Michelle had yet to feel the sting of the cut, because it was very thin, she could feel the blood spilling over her skin.

And naturally, she could also smell her blood since it had that intense sweet scent.

That let Michelle know what Alexander did, but she didn’t know the extent of the wound.

So, to find that out, she tilted her head to the side, on purpose stretching the wound.

In nearly an instant, she felt the sting of the wound, letting her at least partially feel how deep it was.

But it wasn’t exactly a reliable method.

The sting lied to her.

It stung deeper and wider than the wound actually was.

Alexander continued dragging his finger across Michelle’s neck, adding more thin cuts.

And each one he made a bit deeper by adding more pressure to the drag.

Michelle could feel blood washing over her neck and flowing down to seep into her clothes, making her frown a bit under the blindfold.

"I know you said you would make me bleed, but you don’t need to ruin my clothes..." she spoke, her voice somewhat careless.

Alexander chuckled at that.

"It’s not like you like those clothes..." He moved his hand away from Michelle’s neck down to the collar of her dress.

Since taking on the identity of Ana Ostrich, Michelle had to start dressing like Ana Ostrich used to, and that was in simple dresses.

Michelle herself wasn’t fond of such clothes, since they restrained her movement, but she had to bear with it so she wouldn’t draw unnecessary attention to herself.

She didn’t want to have her cover blown just yet.

Michelle didn’t answer to what Alexander said, so he continued.

"And since you don’t like the clothes, how about just getting rid of them?" As he spoke, he dragged the finger with the claw‑like end over the neckline of Michelle’s dress, cutting through the fabric.

And Alexander naturally didn’t stop there.

Just like he scratched up Michelle’s neck, he did the same to her shoulders and the area of her collarbone.

So, with every passing second, the sickeningly sweet scent of Michelle’s blood filled the room as more and more of the blood seeped into her clothes, washing down her body and leaving stains behind.

After a while, Alexander was done with making the cuts on Michelle’s shoulders and retracted the solidified shadow essence, his finger returning to normal.

"I did make you bleed with this... but I also promised to make you cry..." he leaned down to whisper into Michelle’s ear.

As he spoke, he pulled her even closer to him, right against him, wondering what to do next.

There were quite a few things he could try.

The one thing he was the most tempted to do was using the shadow pact to mess with her.

But to achieve that, he couldn’t be around Michelle.

He would need to be far enough for her to have no clue what was going on around him.

Michelle didn’t know what was going on in Alexander’s head, but she was increasingly curious about his plans.

Just how was he planning to make her cry?

But instead of telling her, Alexander suddenly released her and stepped back.

At the same time, he retracted the shadow essence that was blindfolding her, along with the shadow essence wrapped like sleeves around her arms and the ribbon around her neck in a recreation of her choking bind.

"Well... I will have to make you cry some other time..." Alexander spoke like he was talking about the weather.

"Now I have to go back to the Dark Palace."

Michelle frowned, turning around to look at Alexander.

As far as she knew, Alexander had already dealt with the things in the Dark Palace before coming down to the upper realm.

He had said so himself.

"Something happened?" she asked.

Alexander gave a nod.

"I’ll be back in a few hours. Just some morons who think they can challenge me."

Michelle lifted a brow.

"Don’t you have shadow guards up there to deal with morons?"

"Every now and then, you have to act yourself so the morons don’t start thinking all your power lies in your subordinates." Alexander spoke calmly, but there was still a hint of his usual, always‑present amusement in his voice and stance.

Michelle felt a bit suspicious about what Alexander was saying, but she did believe that he was going away.

She didn’t even think that he could just be planning to mess with her head.

So, the moment he opened a rift and stepped through it, she was nearly sure he was on his way up to the heavenly realm.

In reality, that was far from the truth.

Alexander’s rift led just outside the courtyard where he hid in darkness using his shadow essence.

Once hidden away, he put his attention to the shadow pact he had with Michelle.

He still remembered how much it shocked him when he felt it break while Michelle was in the body‑tempering cube’s space.

So, how would she react if the shadow pact broke while he was away?

She would have no way to confirm whether he was dead or alive.

Also, considering that he had told her he had some morons to deal with, she could come to the conclusion that someone plotted against him and he died.

Thinking about that, Alexander reached to the back of his neck and summoned some shadow essence.

A moment later, he found just the spot through which he could destroy the pact.

His way of breaking the pact wasn’t the same as when Michelle broke it on purpose.

She did it by flooding the pact spot on her neck with her energies, overriding and overwhelming it.

But Alexander had a different way.

He would literally make the pact believe he died.

The shadow pact was only around when it felt that both parties were alive.

So constantly, it was scanning their heart and brain, to feel for the vitals.

So, Alexander could disconnect the pact from his heart and brain and it would break on its own.

Or, he could pull the pact out of his body to float next to him, which was easily possible, and leave it there for a prolonged period.

A pact couldn’t stay outside of the pact party for too long, so it would start weakening rapidly after a while.

That would also be felt by Michelle, and it would make her think that Alexander, when killed, didn’t die instantly but had to suffer through the death.

Considering those two methods, Alexander decided to use the second one.

Not only was it easier to do, but it would most probably also affect Michelle more.

So, Alexander pushed quite an amount of his shadow energy into the back of his neck, wrapping it around the pact.

Then, he pushed the pact out of his body, using the shadow essence to keep it out.

At first, nothing was happening, the pact remained active even outside Alexander’s body.

But after a while, it started reacting.

At first it was slow, but Alexander could feel it weakening.

And in just a few tens of seconds, it sped up.

Finally, it got so fast that the whole pact broke under a minute.

From progression in tens of seconds, it got into progression—or rather regression—in a matter of nanoseconds.

When the pact broke, Alexander turned his head towards the courtyard and room where Michelle was.

He wanted to see how she would react.

To get a better look, he moved within an instant to get right outside the window, concealed by his shadow essence so Michelle couldn’t see him.

When he looked through the window, he saw Michelle sitting motionless on the bed, her palm on the back of her neck, the spot where she could always feel the shadow pact.

Through the window, Alexander couldn’t hear anything, but he could see Michelle’s lips moving.

She was muttering something so quietly that even when trying, Alexander had no chance of catching anything.

And he wasn’t capable of reading lips, so that also didn’t help.

For a long while, Michelle remained motionless on the bed, staring off into space.

Then, after a long time, she stood up from the bed, walking towards the door.

Her expression was calm, nearly stoic, but something in her eyes was clearly showing that things were extremely wrong.

And the fact that Michelle was about to step outside, still bloodied, and without her disguise mask, was also proof that she was far from the right state of mind.