"I will grant you what you desire—[true redemption]."
!!!
Eliza’s mind was jolted violently, and she regained consciousness briefly, unable to feel that dreadful desire for a mont.
This, this is!!?
How on earth did he do it?
Before the doubts in her heart could dissipate, Eliza did what she ought to do most.
"Please, I beg... I beg you~"
Unexpectedly, in just a few breaths, the vampire’s trembling voice suddenly transford, becoming alluring.
Herbert: ?
Wait, how are you so skilled at this?
Weren’t you supposed to first say "Ugh, kill !" and then "be forced" to lower your head and compromise?
In fact, without needing further reminders from Herbert, Eliza had already started to plead sweetly.
"Her—bert! I am begging you—"
"Please, I beg you!"
"Please give your blood—"
At this mont, Eliza didn’t hesitate, decisively using the tactics she hadn’t employed since pleading with her parents years ago.
Like a child greedily asking for candy, she whined with all her might!
"Just give it to ~"
"... Hurry and give it to !" (through gritted teeth)
She had once sworn—she would not lose her sanity.
Even if one day she would et death.
Even if she were covered in filth, losing dignity, she would die rationally.
Eliza would absolutely not die as a monster.
This was her sole remaining persistence.
This desire surpassed even life and death.
At last.
Amidst Eliza’s "heartfelt" pleas, after an uncertain wait, she heard a heavenly voice.
"Sigh."
The man chuckled softly, seed to sigh helplessly, and gently shook his head.
"All right, you can proceed now."
Hearing the reminder by his ear, Herbert also let out a sigh of relief.
The ti had finally ripened.
"All right, all right, seeing as you’re so sincere... fine, I surrender."
Herbert "reluctantly" nodded, knowing the ti had co.
If he pushed it further, she’d no longer be whining but would be ready to actually bite... hmm, he’d already heard the teeth grinding.
If he teased her more, she’d really want to bite him!
All right, it’s ti to stop while he’s ahead, he shouldn’t bully her too much—even though Herbert really doubted whether she truly felt bullied.
She shouldn’t feel pleased, should she?
"Let assist you!"
"You don’t need to worry anymore, relax, leave everything to ."
Herbert’s voice was gentle, soothing the vampire’s restless soul—not ntioning why Eliza had reached the brink.
Indeed, why?
Better not to ask.
Just know that I’ve saved you from peril.
As for why you were in such peril, that’s none of your concern, so don’t be too curious, child.
In short, don’t ask too many questions.
"Thank you—ah!"
Just as Eliza was excitedly preparing to thank Herbert, she suddenly felt a chill down her legs.
Rip—
Accompanied by an ear-piercing tearing sound that ripped through the darkness, the stockings wrapped around her slender legs were rcilessly torn open.
!!?
The sudden chill and strange sensation instantly startled Eliza awake.
"Wait!!? You! What are you doing? You... ah~"
Too late to fully understand the situation, even too late to feel panic, Eliza had already personally experienced Herbert’s assistance.
Warmth.
The fleeting warmth from his palm fell lightly on her leg, like the warm sun of winter banishing her already tenuous will.
"Ah..."
At this mont, all her desire to drink blood vanished instantly, the long-lost tranquility made her let out a satisfied sigh.
As that vampiric instinct was fulfilled, her hoarse voice gained a trace of laziness and sensuality.
Eliza now wanted to do nothing, even considering sinking into a deep sleep.
"..."
Behind her, Herbert maintained a composed deanor, devoid of any desire, with a hint of unrelenting seriousness in his eyes.
Blood mixed with golden light surged from the wound on Herbert’s wrist, flowing to the fingertips.
The bloodstained fingers glided, like a skillful paintbrush, lightly applying the blood onto the vampire’s pale calf.
Gently outlining runes to suppress instincts.
A horizontal, a vertical, a horizontal, a vertical, a horizontal...
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