lina stared at Victor in absolute silence for a few seconds, like an artist observing a rare, newly discovered sculpture. Then, suddenly, she jumped up from her armchair with exaggerated excitent and clapped her hands twice in the air.
Various utensils began flying from the walls of the VIP room as if they had awakened from so kind of magical hibernation.
asuring tapes floated, spinning slowly through the air, golden needles arranged themselves in small rows, enchanted scissors spun dangerously close to the ceiling, and dozens of pieces of fabric began erging from hidden compartnts scattered throughout the hall.
Victor observed this in silence as a tal ruler literally flew past his face. "...This seems dangerously illegal."
"Art has no laws," lina replied imdiately as she walked towards him, her eyes shining with excitent.
"Now that he’s here, take off your shirt. Let’s asure those muscu—" She coughed falsely mid-sentence before regaining her professional composure. "—asurents to create a battle suit."
Victor narrowed his eyes slowly. "...You literally changed the sentence halfway through."
"Slander."
Serafall, still sitting calmly on the luxurious sofa, simply rested her face on her hand while observing all this with clearly genuine amusent.
"You’re going to be harassed a little," she comnted without any trace of pity. "Endure it. At least it’s worth it when you’re wearing it in battle."
Victor slowly turned his face toward her. "You’re saying that with worrying nonchalance."
"Because I’ve seen her do worse."
"I HEARD THAT!" lina shouted imdiately as several asuring tapes began encircling Victor like extrely invasive magical snakes.
Then, before he could react, the main asuring tape simply wrapped around his arm and pulled. Victor was dragged a few steps forward until he was standing before the elf.
"...Okay, this is definitely illegal."
"Stop complaining and cooperate," lina replied, narrowing her eyes and analyzing his body like a researcher staring at rare experintal material. "I need to understand muscle proportion, body density, bone alignnt, and especially combat mobility."
"You just made up half those words."
"I didn’t."
"She did," Serafall retorted imdiately from the sofa.
"TRAITOR."
Victor was still about to retort when lina simply raised a huge, enchanted black pair of scissors.
SNAP.
A single cut happened too fast for human eyes to follow.
Victor’s shirt simply fell to the floor in perfectly separated pieces. Silence filled the room for approximately two seconds.
Then lina looked at his chest and froze. Her eyes slowly widened... The professional expression vanished completely.
"...What’s wrong?" Victor imdiately noticed the change.
lina didn’t answer... She continued staring at his torso like soone facing a divine revelation. Victor possessed the kind of body created exclusively through constant, brutal combat. He wasn’t simply muscular like ordinary warriors who trained for aesthetics. Every muscle seed functional, compact, and refined by real violence. The discreet scars scattered across his chest and abdon only worsened the situation because they gave him that absurdly dangerous appearance vampires naturally found attractive.
lina literally started drooling.
A drop slowly trickled down the corner of her mouth.
"My panties..." she murmured, almost breathless. "They’re soaked as hell."
Victor looked like he was about to say sothing, but ultimately remained silent.
Serafall, anwhile... was watching with a demonic look that clearly said, You better shut up. But lina completely ignored it.
She slipped her hand through the opening of her pants, reached for her panties, touched the inside, then pulled her hand back out and showed it to Victor. "Here! Soaked!"
Serafall’s murderous aura returned instantly.
"lina." She spoke almost like she was about to kill her.
The elf continued staring at his chest, completely srized, her fingers wet with moisture. "This isn’t a man..." she murmured as she slowly brought her hand closer. "This is offensively perfect architecture..."
SLAP.
A bloody ball hit her forehead again.
"OW!"
lina staggered back, clutching her head as she glared indignantly at Serafall.
"STOP ATTACKING !"
"Stop drooling over my husband-son."
"I can’t, he’s too hot!!"
Victor slowly massaged his forehead as he watched the two of them.
"...You two seriously need therapy."
"We’re vampires," Serafall replied naturally. "That’s basically our therapy."
lina continued rubbing her forehead as she took a deep breath, trying to regain so semblance of professionalism.
Then she pointed dramatically at Victor.
"Listen here, you ridiculously handso man, I need to concentrate, so stop existing in such an offensive way. You’re seducing , you cheeky incubus!"
"..." Victor was speechless. He was just existing... Was that really a problem?
"Very well!" she responded imdiately. "Let’s get to work!!" She slapped her cheeks to encourage herself.
’She’s going to take this seriously now...’
Serafall began chuckling softly on the sofa as she watched lina pace around Victor, analyzing every physical detail of him with extrely critical eyes.
This ti, however, she actually got to work.
asuring tapes flew swiftly across his body, recording asurents on scrolls suspended in the air. Small magical runes appeared around his shoulders, arms, and back as lina murmured extrely specific calculations under her breath.
"Hmm... excellent mobility..." she comnted, squeezing his arm without permission. "Absurd muscle density... regeneration will probably interfere with the automatic adjustnt..."
Victor watched with growing concern.
"Is there a reason these needles are following ?"
"Yes."
"...What?"
"If you complain too much, they’ll stab you."
Victor remained silent.
"She’s joking," Serafall comnted calmly.
The needles imdiately turned nacingly toward Victor.
"...She is?"
"Fifty percent."
"lina!"
"Okay, okay..."
The elf sighed dramatically before snapping her fingers.
The needles imdiately recoiled, still looking disappointed.
Victor decided not to comnt on it.
It was probably healthier ntally.
lina then approached again, now holding several pieces of enchanted black fabric. She pressed so of them against his torso while analyzing magical reaction, body temperature, and supernatural blood flow.
The fabric literally pulsed.
Victor looked down.
"...This is alive."
"Yes," lina replied naturally while writing magical notes in the air with her finger. "Dead fabrics don’t keep up with blood evolution during combat."
"...Of course."
She then placed another cloth over his shoulder.
This one imdiately began to smoke.
lina’s eyes widened.
"Oh."
Serafall noticed the reaction instantly.
"What is it?"
lina slowly pulled the burnt cloth away from Victor’s body while watching the black smoke rise from the material.
"...His blood corroded high-level vampiric fiber."
The atmosphere grew slightly quieter.
Victor raised an eyebrow.
"Is that bad?"
"Well, yes? I an, I’ll have to use a more powerful fabric," lina replied slowly as her eyes began gleaming with scientific excitent. "This is incredibly interesting."
Serafall sighed imdiately, recognizing that tone of voice.
"Don’t turn my son into a research project. Charlotte already did that. We don’t need another researcher studying him."
"But look at this!" lina held up the partially destroyed fabric. "His blood adaptation is completely abnormal!"
Victor observed the burnt piece of fabric without much reaction.
"So the suit is going to explode?"
"Not if I do it right," lina replied instantly, now completely focused on the work. "But like I said, I’ll need to use much more expensive material."
Serafall crossed her arms.
"How expensive?"
lina was silent for a few seconds.
Then she smiled.
That smile was dangerous.
"You love him, don’t you?"
"lina."
"Then open your wallet."
--
The next two hours were, in Victor’s view, one of the most absurd experiences he had ever had since officially entering the vampire world.
And that said a lot.
lina transford the entire VIP room into sothing between an arcane laboratory, a war workshop, and a psychological torture center disguised as an aesthetic consultation. The instant Victor agreed to participate in the process, dozens of instrunts began floating around the room automatically through refined blood magic. Enchanted asuring tapes circled his body on their own, magical needles stitched living tissues in the air without the need for physical touch, and small arcane circles constantly appeared on the floor as lina changed materials, asurents, and construction concepts.
She took it absurdly seriously.
Unfortunately... she also took his chest absurdly seriously.
Victor lost count of how many tis lina "accidentally" ran her hands across his chest during asurents that clearly didn’t require physical contact. At one point, she literally pressed her face against his abdominal muscles, claiming she needed to "analyze the structural density of muscle blood flow."
Serafall tried to kill her three tis.
The first was when lina called Victor a "living sculpture made for sin." The second was when she casually asked if vampires could develop a visual addiction to six-pack abs. And the third occurred when lina tried to asure the width of his back using her own legs because, according to her, "the traditional thod didn’t convey artistic inspiration."
Victor remained silent through almost all of it.
Mainly because any reaction only made the situation worse.
The real problem began when lina finally tried to produce sothing functional.
Initially, she used refined elven fabrics, magical fibers capable of naturally absorbing blood energy. The first prototype lasted exactly four seconds before the fabric literally disintegrated upon touching Victor’s skin.
lina stood silently, staring at the burnt remains on the floor.
Then she tried again.
The second material was a living alloy traditionally used in noble vampire armor. The suit was supposed to automatically synchronize with the wearer through blood circulation.
In Victor’s case...
The suit began writhing violently like an organism trying to escape before exploding into coagulated blood in the middle of the room.
After that, the attempts beca progressively more expensive and more dangerous.
She used demonic leather treated with ancient magic.
It lted.
She tried using silk from infernal spiders.
The silk literally died.
Then she tried using fibers made from the crystallized blood of extrely resistant subterranean monsters.
The fibers simply refused to adapt and broke apart on their own.
At a certain point, even Serafall began frowning as she observed everything.
Because it didn’t make sense.
Victor wasn’t consciously destroying the clothes. His own body simply rejected everything.
As if any external material was considered incompatible.
Or inferior.
lina then stopped.
She stood in complete silence for a few minutes, observing Victor sitting in the center of the room while dozens of pieces of destroyed living tissue lay scattered around like war casualties.
She slowly crossed her arms.
Then she sighed.
"Okay... this is ridiculous."
Victor raised an eyebrow as he watched another charred piece of clothing fall to the floor.
"You’re the one who started throwing magic fabric at ."
"No, I’m talking biologically." lina slowly walked around him, analyzing his body like a scientist observing a flaw in reality. "Nothing suits you."
Serafall rested her face against her hand on the sofa as she calmly observed.
"I figured it would be difficult."
"Difficult?" lina pointed at the pile of destroyed materials in the corner of the room. "I just lost enough resources to buy a small castle!"
"You’re rich."
"THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THE EMOTIONAL TRAUMA."
Victor sighed wearily.
"So it’s over?"
"No," lina replied imdiately.
That made Serafall narrow her eyes slightly.
The elf remained silent for a few seconds before finally snapping her fingers, making all the instrunts in the room stop moving.
The atmosphere beca strangely more serious.
"Actually..." she murmured while looking directly at Victor. "Maybe there is a way."
Victor imdiately realized from her expression that this probably wouldn’t be pleasant.
"What?"
lina tilted her head slightly.
"Your body rejects any external structure because apparently your blood tries to dominate everything that cos into prolonged contact with it." She walked slowly to a table full of destroyed fabrics and picked up one of the burnt remains. "So instead of creating sothing that adapts to you..."
She squeezed the fabric between her fingers.
"...we create sothing from you."
Victor remained silent.
Serafall didn’t interrupt either.
lina then asked the strangest question possible in that context.
"How many people have you killed?"
Victor answered without hesitation.
"Only one." He looked away slightly. "And he was a son of a bitch."
lina remained silent for a few seconds, analyzing the answer.
Then she nodded slowly.
"Let’s say that’s probably the best-case scenario."
Victor frowned slightly.
"What does that have to do with it?"
"Living armors carry ntal residue," lina responded naturally as she began rearranging the materials in the room. "The greater the number of deaths, the more unstable the blood core tends to beco. Blood too heavily laden with murderous intent usually creates aggressive structures."
She casually pointed to a red suit of armor displayed on a distant wall.
"That one tried to eat three users."
Victor remained completely silent.
"...Okay."
"But in your case..." lina continued as she slowly brought her face closer to his, "your blood still seems absurdly pure emotionally."
"That sounds wrong."
"That’s because you still think like a human."
Serafall smiled discreetly on the sofa.
lina then began walking around the room again while talking to herself out loud.
"If I use pure blood as a structural core... mix it with living tissue... add adaptive elven fibers... maybe I can create a stable symbiotic organism..."
She stopped abruptly.
Then turned toward Victor.
And smiled.
It was a dangerous smile.
"Okay. I can do it."
Victor imdiately beca suspicious.
"How much will this cost?"
"A criminal amount of money."
"Specific."
"And five liters of your blood."
Silence hung in the room.
Victor looked at her without any imdiate reaction.
"...Five liters."
"You regenerate," lina replied casually with a shrug. "Besides, I’ll need a lot of material to form a functional living core. Less than that increases the chance of rejection."
Serafall slowly crossed her legs while smiling to the side.
"She’s excited. That usually ans the idea is good."
"Or illegal," Victor replied.
"The two usually go hand in hand," lina confird imdiately.
She then clapped once.
Instantly, several magic circles appeared across the floor while crystal containers began flying out from hidden compartnts.
Her expression now resembled that of a completely obsessed scientist about to commit an academic cri.
"So let’s go," lina said, pointing at a huge tal chair erging from the floor. "Give five liters of blood and two hours."
She grinned with absurd excitent.
"And I’ll make you a living adaptive suit of armor."
Then she tilted her head slightly.
"Again... it’s going to cost a hell of a lot."
—
In the end, the two hours promised by lina turned into twelve.
Twelve full hours of explosions, hysterical screams, black smoke billowing from the VIP room doors, and employees running through the store’s internal corridors, honestly believing so kind of magical attack was taking place.
Victor spent most of that ti lying on one of the enormous golden sofas, observing the chaos with an increasingly blank expression. At a certain point, he simply gave up trying to understand exactly what lina was doing.
Because even she didn’t seem to understand anymore.
With each new attempt, sothing went wrong.
Either the blood reacted aggressively.
Or the living structure tried to grow on its own.
Or the armor literally changed shape mid-creation.
In one of the explosions, an entire wall of the VIP room disappeared.
In another, several arms made of blood tissue erged, trying to grab lina while she scread, "NO, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO TURN INTO A COAT!"
Serafall no longer seed surprised after the fifth partial destruction of the environnt.
She simply sipped her tea calmly while watching lina slowly lose her sanity.
"The core is growing on its own!"
"Is that bad?"
"I DON’T KNOW!"
Later, a creature resembling a living suit tried to escape through the ventilation system.
lina chased it for forty minutes while holding a chair.
Victor honestly began to believe the entire shop operated on improvised magical cris.
And yet...
She continued.
Because the more she tried to interrupt the process, the more evident one thing beca:
The armor wanted to exist.
Victor’s blood simply absorbed any concept lina inserted into the project. Defense. Mobility. Resistance. Adaptation. Camouflage. Regeneration.
Everything.
That thing wasn’t just being created.
It was evolving during its creation.
The problem was that apparently it wanted to beco absolutely everything at the sa ti.
So lina continued altering structures, destroying absurdly expensive materials, and rewriting spells until her own body began failing from exhaustion.
When she finally finished...
The VIP room looked like a war zone.
Half the ceiling was broken.
Smoke billowed from holes in the walls.
Dead living tissue was scattered across the floor like discarded corpses.
And lina...
She looked like a vengeful spirit fresh out of an industrial accident.
Her silver hair was completely blown upward, covered in soot and occasional tiny magical sparks. Her face was sared with black dirt, her eyes red with utter exhaustion, and her clothes partially burned in several places.
She literally crawled across the floor.
Slowly.
Like a war survivor.
Victor watched this while lying on the sofa and holding a glass of blood, completely calm.
Serafall raised an eyebrow.
lina then slowly raised one trembling hand.
There was a small black ring stuck between her fingers.
"..." She took a dramatic breath.
Then she fell face-first onto the floor before murmuring in a completely lifeless voice:
"I’m done..."
Serafall sighed as she calmly rose from the sofa.
She walked over to lina, who was still lying on the floor, and simply took the ring from her hand without any ceremony, leaving the elf there like a disposable corpse.
"Thank you for the effort."
"I saw hell..." lina replied without even lifting her head.
Victor continued observing all this without any significant emotional reaction.
Serafall then casually tossed the ring in his direction.
Victor caught it automatically mid-air before examining the object.
The ring was completely black, made from a strange tal that seed both liquid and solid at the sa ti. Small crimson veins slowly moved across the surface like living blood circulation.
It pulsed.
Literally pulsed.
Victor narrowed his eyes slightly.
"...How does this work?"
lina remained lying on the floor, too weak to even lift her head.
Her voice ca out muffled against the destroyed floor of the room.
"I-I spent more ti because this thing wants to be everything..." She let out another exhausted sigh. "So it injects blood energy... and thinks of an outfit... that it must create based on the way you imagine it..."
Victor looked at the ring again.
Then he blinked a few tis.
"...Oh."
Serafall crossed her arms as she watched his reaction.
Victor slowly twirled the ring between his fingers.
"So this thing works like a complete wardrobe?"
lina slowly raised a trembling thumb without leaving the floor.
"Adaptive..."
Victor calmly placed the ring on his finger.
"...How practical."
Silence hung in the air for a few seconds.
Then lina began laughing like a completely ntally broken person.
"Practical..." she repeated in a lifeless voice. "I wasted twelve hours of my life... destroyed forbidden materials... almost died three tis... and he calls it practical..."
Serafall gave her a small pat on the shoulder.
"But it looks good."
"I’m never making clothes for monsters again..." lina murmured dramatically.
While lina was still lying on the floor looking like the victim of an industrial explosion, Serafall simply opened a small dinsional pocket beside the sofa with absolute tranquility.
lina’s eyes widened instantly.
That woman practically resurrected.
She appeared standing in an absurd blur of speed, her hair still completely blown upward like soone who had lost a war against magical electricity. Her face was covered in soot, one eyebrow partially burned, and smoke literally billowed from her clothes as she desperately reached toward Serafall.
"MY PAYNT!" she cried, tears welling in her eyes. "One billion Vels! Finally! I’ll recover my emotional, financial, and spiritual losses—"
Serafall placed sothing in her hand.
A card.
One of those birthday cards.
Silence.
lina blinked slowly, staring at the card decorated with golden flowers and a cheerful Happy Birthday :) written on the front.
She froze completely.
"W-what is this...?" she asked weakly.
Serafall calmly crossed her arms.
"Your paynt."
"W-where’s my money?"
"There."
lina slowly flipped the card over, trying to understand whether it was so kind of offensive magic.
"...It’s paper."
"Exactly."
The elf began trembling.
Victor, still lying on the sofa, watched everything with a completely dead expression while holding the newly created ring between his fingers.
"B-but..." lina stamred, looking at Serafall like a widow abandoned by life. "B-but the deal was one billion and two million..."
"I deducted it."
"D-deducted what?"
Serafall smiled.
It was an extrely beautiful smile.
And terrifying as hell.
"All the tis you sexually harassed Victor while asuring his muscles."
Silence.
Victor slowly looked away.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
Not even slightly.
During those twelve hours, lina had "accidentally" run her hands across his chest approximately fifty tis, squeezed his arm "to test muscle density," licked blood "for scientific reasons," and at one point tried to asure his waist using her own legs.
"B-but I was working..." lina replied in an offended tone.
"You groaned while asuring his abdon."
"IT WAS PROFESSIONAL!"
"You called his chest a cultural treasure."
"STILL TRUE!"
Serafall continued smiling.
"I also deducted compensation for the three psychological heart attacks you caused ."
lina looked like she was about to faint.
"Damn it..." she murmured, lowering her head in defeat as she slowly opened the card.
Then she saw it.
Her eyes widened so much that Victor beca absolutely certain this was not biologically healthy.
"...Huh?"
She brought the card closer to her face.
Then moved it away.
Then brought it close again.
"...Huh?"
Silence fell across the entire room as lina began counting the zeros with a trembling finger.
"U-one..."
Another finger.
"T-ten..."
Another.
"H-one hundred..."
Yet another.
Her hand began trembling violently.
"M-my god..."
Money literally started pouring out of her eyes.
Not taphorically.
Small magical bills began trickling down like tears as she stared at the check hidden inside the card.
Money also ca out of her nose.
And her mouth.
Victor stared at it for a few seconds.
"...Is she bleeding money?"
"She does that when she gets emotional," Serafall replied naturally.
"Oh my god..." lina repeated again, clutching the card against her chest and trembling like soone holding their newborn child. "I-is this check real...?"
"Go cash it at a bank before you die of happiness," Serafall replied calmly.
lina fell to her knees.
"I love money so much..." she whispered tearfully.
"Everyone noticed."
The elf imdiately stood up again in an absurdly fast movent, tucked the check into her clothes like a criminal hiding drugs, then grabbed Serafall’s hands with tears in her eyes.
"Sera... I take back everything I said about you being emotionally impoverished..."
"You literally called that twelve hours ago."
"I WAS BLINDED BY ENVY!"
Victor let out a tired sigh as he finally stood up from the sofa.
"Is it over?"
"No," lina replied imdiately. "Now I want to asure him again by celebrating."
"No fucking way," Serafall replied before Victor could even open his mouth.
"Dictatorship." lina crossed her arms indignantly.
Serafall simply ignored her, turned to Victor and pointed to the door.
"Let’s go."
Victor nodded imdiately.
Any opportunity to get out of that place before lina had another criminal idea seed excellent.
As the two walked towards the VIP room exit, lina remained kneeling, clutching the birthday card like a religious entity finally finding financial salvation.
Victor paused for a mont before looking at her.
"...You really suffered twelve hours doing this."
lina slowly lifted her face.
Her eyes were sunken.
Her hair looked like the result of a nuclear explosion.
And there was a hand-shaped burn mark on the wall behind her.
"...Your blood is a biological cri," she replied in a completely lifeless tone. "I hated every second of it."
"You literally called it a work of art."
"BOTH THINGS COULD BE TRUE!"
—
"How much did you give her?" Victor questioned as they walked, he still hadn’t tested the suit.
"I didn’t give her anything. It was fake." Serafall shrugged.
"What?" Victor asked incredulously.
"She’s too naive, who uses checks? I’m a woman of principles. I only have treasures in pure gold." She smiled.
Victor chuckled slightly, and then... "HAHAHAHAHA~" he laughed a little more, "I can imagine the face she’ll make when she realizes~"
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