Back in the Abyss, Tyrkanzyaka had given me a single drop of True Blood.


    She had offered it as if it were nothing, iming she had no other treasures worth giving. I had infused it into my skewer.


    After that, things had gotten messy with Tyrkanzyaka losing her control, but even though she took the True Blood of a Regressor, the drop that remained in my skewer never disappeared.


    And despite the chaos, the skewer had survived unscathed.


    No, it had survived because it was that skewer.


    From beneath the wreckage of the shattered desk, the skewer rose.


    A move prepared in advance, hidden under the desk mid-conversation.


    The red-glowing tip shot forward—


    Aimed directly at Lutric’s arm.


    Fool. Do you really think a de is meaningful against a vampire?


    Lutric didn’t slow down.


    If anything, he surged forward even faster, intending to strike me down before the skewer could even touch him.


    A vampire doesn’t feel pain.


    A de that merely draws blood is useless.


    If it were a shield or a hammer, then maybe—but you wouldn’t have taunted me if you knew that. Your own ignorance is what will kill you, Mistress!


    Right back at you.


    No one else killed you.


    Your Elder died, and Tyrkanzyaka lost her control.


    That meant you finally gained the right to die.


    Or, to put it another way—


    You gained the right to live.


    The ones who had once been mere extensions of their Elder’s will had finally be human.


    The skewer pierced through his body.


    Lutric had ignored it, fullymitted to his attack—


    But then, his body froze in shock.


    There should have been some resistance, at least.


    But my skewer, infused with True Blood, tore through his blood-rich body as if slicing through paper.


    “What…?!”


    There was no time for hesitation.


    I yanked back my wrist, dragging the skewer in a wide arc.


    His flesh tore apart like shredded parchment, blood and tissue spilling freely.


    A lifetime of pickpocketing skills had honed my control over des,


    And with those skills, I reduced his right arm to tatters.@@novelbin@@


    But for a vampire, losing an arm meant nothing.


    They threw them away all the time.


    “True Blood! So that’s what you were relying on!”


    Then how about this?!


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