I returned from the store with the proceeds from that day's sales.
Erna kept asking, “In the meantime?” but in the meantime, there was nothing more important than that.
This is because the police asked the store to open its doors so they could see the scene of the crime.
Even though they are a security force, can I really afford to have outsiders coming and going from the store and leaving all the sales from the day there?
Even if it meant tearing the other side of the neck, that was unacceptable.
In fact, I wanted to finish paying the bill while I was at the store, but Erne's eyes were so hot as he waited for me that I noticed.
The moment I open the ledger, I feel like those eyes will inevitably burn me.
"Ha."
When I returned to the mansion in the middle of the night, washed my hands and feet, and lay down, I felt a slight fever just as the doctor had said. The breath I could feel through my philtrum was hot.
I frowned at my sore throat and remembered what Lionel had said earlier.
'You said you knew the word vampire because of the priest. I should check if other people don't know the word.'
Because even if Lionel doesn't know, other people might know.
'But how did you know that I had a psychic assistant? You said it as if you heard it from the psychic who sold you the medicine.'
Were you following me?
I who had been pondering, let out a short exclamation. Someone might have seen me talking to Tan, who was a psychic.
'No, but how did you know that Tan was my assistant?'
People usually thought of fortune telling by a psychic, but they did not consider the psychic as an assistant.
'Assistant...'
I who was worried about a fever, suddenly remembered that I had transferred the curse infection to the doll and transformed it into a magic spell.
If the side effects of the magical transformation then went to the medium who cast the curse. And if that medium is the same medium that sold Lionel the youth-absorbing potion.
'That medium must have been convinced that I had a medium assistant. Without a medium assistant, I wouldn't have been able to send back the side effects in that way.'
But it was still just a guess. Why on earth would that medium put a curse on me?
“Oh, my head hurts too.”
My fever kept rising, my head was pounding, and the back of my neck was throbbing.
I let out a long, exasperated breath. At that moment, Erne, who had said he was going to wash up, came in carrying a tray.
“What is that?”
"Fever reducer."
Erne shook a small vial of potion as he put down the tray.
The doctor had said earlier that there was no need to give me a fever reducer if my fever did not rise, but seeing my cheeks reddened, it seemed like he should give me some.
I felt my fever rising, so I took the fever-reducing medicine without saying anything.
"Ugh."
Judith was impressed by the refreshing taste of the fever-reducing medicine. Erne's expression as he handed her the water was similar.
With a bandage wrapped tightly around her thin neck and a hot right cheek, she looked like she could collapse at any moment.
How could something like this happen while I was away for a moment?
As soon as Erne saw Judith bleeding from her neck, his mouth went dry at the dizzying sensation before his eyes.
But the person who was actually injured looked calm. After all, it's foolish to expect a normal reaction from someone worried about the sales money she left behind at the store right after wrapping a bandage around her neck.
“Do you remember what the doctor said earlier? It might itch, but try not to scratch...”
"Oh...!"
Judith, who had been scratching her wound without thinking, stopped with a look of surprise. It was ticklish and she felt suffocated because she had a bandage on her that she had never done before, so she unconsciously moved her hand away.
“Just scratch it gently and it’ll be okay.”
“It’s bleeding.”
Oh, you scratched it that hard? Now that I hear it, it seems to sting a little.
“I need to reapply the medicine and wrap a new bandage.”
It was a good thing she had kept extra bandages and ointment in her room just in case. Judith felt around the back of her neck, found the knot of the bandage, and untied it.
“Just block it like that...”
Erne was speechless at the hands that untied the bandage without hesitation. When making incense, she was careful not to let the wick stray from the center, but why was she being so reckless when it came to places where she really needed to be careful?
“Just stay still, I’ll do it.”
“Erne, have you ever done something like this?”
“I tried it, though.”
“What is that unreliable answer?”
It's not a lie. After years of rolling around on the battlefield, he can wrap bandages with his eyes closed. He even knew how to put on a splint. He just never wrapped it gently.
He soaked a clean handkerchief in disinfectant and tried to apply it to the wound, but then stepped back.
“You need to take off your pajamas. The medicine will get all over them.”
Judith's nightgown was designed to go up to her neck. Judith unbuttoned the top few buttons and pulled the garment down to her left side, where her wound was.
“Is this okay?”
"...Uh."
No, you just have to tilt it to the side a little bit, but that guy...
Judith's shoulders were completely exposed by the unhesitating touch. Erne's collar trembled against her untied nightgown and white shoulders.
“Should I bring it down further?”
It's going to fall further. How far will it fall?
Judith said this because she thought Erne was sitting still and doing nothing, and that it was difficult to apply the medicine because of her clothes.
There was no impure intention whatsoever, but it sounded impure to Erne's ears.
“No, just stay like that, stay like that.”
He forced his gaze away from her skinny shoulders and fixed it on Judith's wound. The bite marks were clear on her pale, tender flesh.
Even if you're crazy, you have to be pretty crazy. Biting the back of someone's neck? Anger rose above Erne's green eyes.
Erne suddenly remembered Lionel's large size. Wouldn't it have been scary if a guy like that had rushed at her and tried to suck her blood?
Are you pretending like nothing happened, or are you really not okay?
Judith flinched as Erne wiped the area around the wound with a handkerchief soaked in disinfectant.
“Is it hot?”
Erne blew on the air, hoping that the medicine would wear off quickly. As his breath brushed the nape of her neck, Judith shook her shoulders as if it tickled her.
“It’s hot, it’s ticklish, just do one.”
“It’s hot and ticklish.”
Judith kept shrugging her shoulders even as Erne's hand ruffled her hair.
“Just stay still.”
Erne gently spread the ointment with the tip of his little finger and wrapped a bandage around Judith's neck.
“...”
Erne carefully wrapped the bandage around Judith's body, making sure it wouldn't come loose, but not overpowering her.
Just below Judith's vision, a wisp of damp blond hair swept over her. Judith swallowed, tilting her chin slightly upward.
Erne's breathing was ragged above her, her nape and shoulders clearly exposed.
It seemed as if his lips would touch her delicate skin at any moment. It was unlikely, but just in case... Judith squeezed her eyes shut as the harsh imagination unfolded in her head without her knowing it.
It's nonsense, it's nonsense.
Was it because I died as a virgin ghost in my past life? Her face was hot again. It was a fever for a different reason than the mild fever that comes from poisoning.
“Hurry up and do it, Erne.”
“Don’t rush me, it’s done.”
Erne separated himself from Judith only after making sure that she was not loose.
“I took some fever reducer, but why did your fever get higher?”
Erne muttered in confusion as he looked at Judith, whose ears were red.
“Did you have an embarrassing imagination?”
He had said it as a joke, but Judith, who had been stabbed by the thief's own feet, jumped. When a look of suspicion appeared in Erne's eyes, Judith got excited and raised her voice for no reason.
“It’s because of the poison. Oh, I should have made a hole in that guy’s side.”
“Don’t be so upset. I saw it earlier and it was almost full of holes.”
Lionel Morbius woke up after a full day of being unconscious. The first thing he felt was an intense hunger.
Blood. I wanted to drink blood. The hot blood of a living person.
He tried to get out of bed without any plan, but he couldn't even sit up on his own because his legs wouldn't move as he wanted them to.
So the second sensation Lionel felt was numbness. He could not feel anything from his pelvis down.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t guarantee that you will be able to walk again.”
The doctor diagnosed him with paralysis of the lower body. He needed help to sit up, let alone walk, but Lionel did not give up.
'It's just a leg, I can get better if I drink blood.'
After drinking blood, not only did he become younger, but even his minor wounds would heal.
The old scars have all disappeared, so if he just drinks blood, his legs will return to their original state.
In this state, he would have to drink slave blood again, but that wasn't the problem right now.
'The fucking security forces have to get out of my house to suck my blood, dammit!'
Erna kept asking, “In the meantime?” but in the meantime, there was nothing more important than that.
This is because the police asked the store to open its doors so they could see the scene of the crime.
Even though they are a security force, can I really afford to have outsiders coming and going from the store and leaving all the sales from the day there?
Even if it meant tearing the other side of the neck, that was unacceptable.
In fact, I wanted to finish paying the bill while I was at the store, but Erne's eyes were so hot as he waited for me that I noticed.
The moment I open the ledger, I feel like those eyes will inevitably burn me.
"Ha."
When I returned to the mansion in the middle of the night, washed my hands and feet, and lay down, I felt a slight fever just as the doctor had said. The breath I could feel through my philtrum was hot.
I frowned at my sore throat and remembered what Lionel had said earlier.
'You said you knew the word vampire because of the priest. I should check if other people don't know the word.'
Because even if Lionel doesn't know, other people might know.
'But how did you know that I had a psychic assistant? You said it as if you heard it from the psychic who sold you the medicine.'
Were you following me?
I who had been pondering, let out a short exclamation. Someone might have seen me talking to Tan, who was a psychic.
'No, but how did you know that Tan was my assistant?'
People usually thought of fortune telling by a psychic, but they did not consider the psychic as an assistant.
'Assistant...'
I who was worried about a fever, suddenly remembered that I had transferred the curse infection to the doll and transformed it into a magic spell.
If the side effects of the magical transformation then went to the medium who cast the curse. And if that medium is the same medium that sold Lionel the youth-absorbing potion.
'That medium must have been convinced that I had a medium assistant. Without a medium assistant, I wouldn't have been able to send back the side effects in that way.'
But it was still just a guess. Why on earth would that medium put a curse on me?
“Oh, my head hurts too.”
My fever kept rising, my head was pounding, and the back of my neck was throbbing.
I let out a long, exasperated breath. At that moment, Erne, who had said he was going to wash up, came in carrying a tray.
“What is that?”
"Fever reducer."
Erne shook a small vial of potion as he put down the tray.
The doctor had said earlier that there was no need to give me a fever reducer if my fever did not rise, but seeing my cheeks reddened, it seemed like he should give me some.
I felt my fever rising, so I took the fever-reducing medicine without saying anything.
"Ugh."
Judith was impressed by the refreshing taste of the fever-reducing medicine. Erne's expression as he handed her the water was similar.
With a bandage wrapped tightly around her thin neck and a hot right cheek, she looked like she could collapse at any moment.
How could something like this happen while I was away for a moment?
As soon as Erne saw Judith bleeding from her neck, his mouth went dry at the dizzying sensation before his eyes.
But the person who was actually injured looked calm. After all, it's foolish to expect a normal reaction from someone worried about the sales money she left behind at the store right after wrapping a bandage around her neck.
“Do you remember what the doctor said earlier? It might itch, but try not to scratch...”
"Oh...!"
Judith, who had been scratching her wound without thinking, stopped with a look of surprise. It was ticklish and she felt suffocated because she had a bandage on her that she had never done before, so she unconsciously moved her hand away.
“Just scratch it gently and it’ll be okay.”
“It’s bleeding.”
Oh, you scratched it that hard? Now that I hear it, it seems to sting a little.
“I need to reapply the medicine and wrap a new bandage.”
It was a good thing she had kept extra bandages and ointment in her room just in case. Judith felt around the back of her neck, found the knot of the bandage, and untied it.
“Just block it like that...”
Erne was speechless at the hands that untied the bandage without hesitation. When making incense, she was careful not to let the wick stray from the center, but why was she being so reckless when it came to places where she really needed to be careful?
“Just stay still, I’ll do it.”
“Erne, have you ever done something like this?”
“I tried it, though.”
“What is that unreliable answer?”
It's not a lie. After years of rolling around on the battlefield, he can wrap bandages with his eyes closed. He even knew how to put on a splint. He just never wrapped it gently.
He soaked a clean handkerchief in disinfectant and tried to apply it to the wound, but then stepped back.
“You need to take off your pajamas. The medicine will get all over them.”
Judith's nightgown was designed to go up to her neck. Judith unbuttoned the top few buttons and pulled the garment down to her left side, where her wound was.
“Is this okay?”
"...Uh."
No, you just have to tilt it to the side a little bit, but that guy...
Judith's shoulders were completely exposed by the unhesitating touch. Erne's collar trembled against her untied nightgown and white shoulders.
“Should I bring it down further?”
It's going to fall further. How far will it fall?
Judith said this because she thought Erne was sitting still and doing nothing, and that it was difficult to apply the medicine because of her clothes.
There was no impure intention whatsoever, but it sounded impure to Erne's ears.
“No, just stay like that, stay like that.”
He forced his gaze away from her skinny shoulders and fixed it on Judith's wound. The bite marks were clear on her pale, tender flesh.
Even if you're crazy, you have to be pretty crazy. Biting the back of someone's neck? Anger rose above Erne's green eyes.
Erne suddenly remembered Lionel's large size. Wouldn't it have been scary if a guy like that had rushed at her and tried to suck her blood?
Are you pretending like nothing happened, or are you really not okay?
Judith flinched as Erne wiped the area around the wound with a handkerchief soaked in disinfectant.
“Is it hot?”
Erne blew on the air, hoping that the medicine would wear off quickly. As his breath brushed the nape of her neck, Judith shook her shoulders as if it tickled her.
“It’s hot, it’s ticklish, just do one.”
“It’s hot and ticklish.”
Judith kept shrugging her shoulders even as Erne's hand ruffled her hair.
“Just stay still.”
Erne gently spread the ointment with the tip of his little finger and wrapped a bandage around Judith's neck.
“...”
Erne carefully wrapped the bandage around Judith's body, making sure it wouldn't come loose, but not overpowering her.
Just below Judith's vision, a wisp of damp blond hair swept over her. Judith swallowed, tilting her chin slightly upward.
Erne's breathing was ragged above her, her nape and shoulders clearly exposed.
It seemed as if his lips would touch her delicate skin at any moment. It was unlikely, but just in case... Judith squeezed her eyes shut as the harsh imagination unfolded in her head without her knowing it.
It's nonsense, it's nonsense.
Was it because I died as a virgin ghost in my past life? Her face was hot again. It was a fever for a different reason than the mild fever that comes from poisoning.
“Hurry up and do it, Erne.”
“Don’t rush me, it’s done.”
Erne separated himself from Judith only after making sure that she was not loose.
“I took some fever reducer, but why did your fever get higher?”
Erne muttered in confusion as he looked at Judith, whose ears were red.
“Did you have an embarrassing imagination?”
He had said it as a joke, but Judith, who had been stabbed by the thief's own feet, jumped. When a look of suspicion appeared in Erne's eyes, Judith got excited and raised her voice for no reason.
“It’s because of the poison. Oh, I should have made a hole in that guy’s side.”
“Don’t be so upset. I saw it earlier and it was almost full of holes.”
***
Lionel Morbius woke up after a full day of being unconscious. The first thing he felt was an intense hunger.
Blood. I wanted to drink blood. The hot blood of a living person.
He tried to get out of bed without any plan, but he couldn't even sit up on his own because his legs wouldn't move as he wanted them to.
So the second sensation Lionel felt was numbness. He could not feel anything from his pelvis down.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t guarantee that you will be able to walk again.”
The doctor diagnosed him with paralysis of the lower body. He needed help to sit up, let alone walk, but Lionel did not give up.
'It's just a leg, I can get better if I drink blood.'
After drinking blood, not only did he become younger, but even his minor wounds would heal.
The old scars have all disappeared, so if he just drinks blood, his legs will return to their original state.
In this state, he would have to drink slave blood again, but that wasn't the problem right now.
'The fucking security forces have to get out of my house to suck my blood, dammit!'
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