Chapter 45: Give Me Your Blood!

After realizing his current situation, Herbert’s expression changed instantly.

Trouble.

There’s a pervert!

“How did he get in here!?”

Hm!!?

Herbert felt a chill rush down his back, and his groin tightened involuntarily—he clenched his anal sphincter reflexively.

No no no, don’t panic first!

Calm down.

This is my territory; I’m the warden, I control the sealing array… ah!

The control of the sealing array has been seized!

“Sss…”

This is bad.

Honestly, if the intruder were just a serial killer, Herbert wouldn’t be this panicked.

All men must die, some lighter than a feather, some heavier than Mount Tai.

So what if I die?

I’ve been crushed by Mount Tai before.

But being violated is different.

This… Herbert was truly afraid…

He’s a terrifying entity that doesn’t even spare fish!

Will he spare this white-haired beautiful boy!?

Obviously not!

And think about where we are!

A monastery!

Priest and little boy—classic trope, enhanced by the setting.

And worst of all, even if Herbert killed himself now, he’d likely still be violated while warm…

Having read too many bizarre case files in his past life, he no longer entertained any illusions about others’ perversions.

Not even corpses were safe—some places didn’t spare baboons or lizards either.

Buffed to max, my friend.

“Wait, why is he here at midnight!? He can’t really be after my body, can he?”

Though panicked, Herbert hadn’t lost his wits—he sensed something off about this.

The alien prison is a dangerous place; anyone entering besides the warden and the archbishop is automatically classified as a prisoner.

He had no reason to risk himself.

Second, even if he truly intended to assault me, he wouldn’t be this desperate, would he?

What’s the hidden motive here?

Herbert thought for a moment, then tossed these thoughts aside.

Reasons don’t matter.

No matter his intentions or goals, Herbert couldn’t hesitate any longer.

Run! Run! Run!

Herbert bolted, sprinting full speed into the darkness.

First, find somewhere to hide.

Dressing locker, wooden crate, primal grass patch, dig three fill one… damn, there’s not a single hiding spot here.

As Herbert frantically searched for cover, Nenasha observed lazily and murmured: 【“He’s coming straight for you~ Be careful~”】

?

Wait, which side are you even on!?

“Nenasha!”

Herbert gritted his teeth and roared inwardly: “Are you really this pleased seeing me in danger?”

【“Am I? Oh, I’ve always been indifferent~ Even if he defiles you, it won’t change how I see you.”】

【“Besides, you’re a man—you won’t lose out~”】

Easy for you to say!

Herbert refused to argue further and ordered: “Stop just watching—help me! How long until he catches up?”

【“Hehe, since you asked so nicely, I’ll reluctantly lend a hand~”】

Nenasha chuckled mockingly, agreeing without refusal: 【“Let me see… about ten minutes?”】

Ten minutes.

Herbert calculated the distances to all locations and made his decision.

Got it!

He turned left and sprinted toward the black iron coffin.

The intruder was already close; Herbert abandoned stealth and shouted: “Elisa!”

“Save me!”

It’s time you helped!

Three minutes.

Herbert reached the black iron coffin holding the vampire and punched it without hesitation.

Thud!

Inside, the weakly slumbering Elisa jolted awake, eyes snapping open.

“Huh???”

W-what’s going on!?

Is someone breaking in?

Or has an attack come?

Confused, Elisa remained silent; outside, Herbert grew frantic and pounded the coffin repeatedly.

Thud thud thud thud thud!

“Wake up! Wake up! The sun’s already on your ass—how can you sleep at your age!”

Get out now!

The black iron coffin was already loud, let alone from inside—Elisa’s head throbbed violently.

“Aaaaaa! Shut up!”

Elisa screamed, slamming her fist against the coffin’s inner wall and snarled: “What do you want now!?”

Last time, she gained nothing from him—and was heavily contaminated, nearly crippling her vitality.

Through the coffin’s cracks, a pair of crimson eyes blazed like bloodfire, glaring fiercely at the boy outside.

Honestly, just the scene itself was eerie and unsettling.

But what was even weirder than the image was the human boy’s words.

He said:

“Stop wasting time—give me your blood!”

Elisa: “I don’t care what you want… huh?”

?

Wait, what did he just say?

The crimson eyes instantly filled with giant question marks.

Blood?

You?

I give you blood!?

“Y-you… uh, hmm!? You… want my blood?”

“Yes! Give me your blood!”

No, these are my lines!

Perhaps the shock reached its threshold—the confused vampire suddenly grew calm, narrowing her eyes to scrutinize Herbert.

“...What do you want?”

Elisa didn’t know his intent, but her instincts screamed something was wrong.

Vampires demanding blood from humans was normal—food and biological need.

But humans forcibly demanding blood from vampires? That was bizarre.

What is this guy planning?

Does he… want to become a vampire?

Elisa eyed Herbert suspiciously, unable to fathom why he’d want that.

A holy practitioner, seeking to fall into vampirism?

That made no sense at all.

But who cares?

What’s it to me?

This is a rare opportunity!

“Holy Knight, no matter what you intend to do, I can give you my blood—but you must exchange it with your own.”

Eliza stared at Herbert and said grimly, “I give you one drop; you give me a hundred.”

Herbert nodded. “I can give you at most three drops.”

?

Eliza immediately snapped. “Three drops!!? Are you mad? That’s my essence blood! At least fifty!”

I understand haggling, but what the hell does chopping straight from the heel mean?!

“Five drops. Not one more.”

Although Herbert was deeply anxious inside, his demeanor was utterly firm, showing not the slightest hint of compromise.

He even threatened:

“Think carefully. This is our first transaction. If you refuse, don’t even think of coming back later!”

Miss Vampire, you don’t want to go without blood in the future… do you?

(End of Chapter)