The cute young girl seed to smirk at .
Her thumb lifted slowly as if approving my answer.
"A bag of mana stones."
Mana stones?
She could give mana stones?
I didn’t know how many was in a bag but it sounded like a lot.
Still, I lifted my chin with a scornful look.
"Do you want to scam ?!"
"Huh?"
That was the only word she managed before I tapped her shoulder lightly.
I couldn’t push too far and risk getting myself killed.
Just enough to squeeze her dry.
"Do you take for a fool?"
Sweat beaded along the young girl’s forehead as she shook her head.
Brimming with confidence, I continued. "Do you know how much blood usually costs? And you asking to take my blood ans you’re a demon, doesn’t it?"
Valentina staggered back.
"You know I can sue you for harassnt. I could even spread a rumour about a demon girl."
I gasped suddenly, stepping back. "Aren’t you... Aren’t you Princess Valentina?"
The girl’s eyes widened, and without a word, she spun around to run, but I grabbed her collar.
Still, she struggled, thrashing to escape.
Allen was weak, but there was no way I’d lose in a raw strength contest against a tiny brat.
I raised my arm slowly as she hovered slightly off the ground, still kicking to run.
I grinned as her tear-filled eyes turned to .
"Now then, let’s talk like adults."
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In all honesty, I had completely forgotten I was supposed to et Quincy.
But right now, sothing more important was in my hands.
First was the fact that I was planning on draining Valentina dry.
If I was going to get tangled in the plot either way, it was better to do it in a bold, or rather shaless, style.
I needed sothing, she needed sothing.
I give her, she gives .
Simple.
Though at the mont, that was the least of my problems.
"Hey, look at that strange man walking with that kid."
"Should we call the cops?"
I shut my eyes for a mont as I made my way through the streets.
Valentina trailed behind , and because of her small fra, people mistook for a predator.
I couldn’t even bla them.
If I saw myself walking with a kid, I’d probably think the sa thing.
Glancing back at Valentina, who looked at like I was a cake she was about to eat, I turned forward again.
’Just a little blood, that’s all.’
For the first ti in my life, I think I’d found sothing scarier than a toilet without toilet paper.
Within a minute of walking, Valentina and I reached my apartnt.
I was broke, so I couldn’t afford anything fancy.
"Wait here," I told Valentina before stepping inside and shutting the door.
After a minute, I ca back and opened it again.
The room now looked spotless, mostly because I shoved all the ss into the wardrobe, but no one would know.
Valentina didn’t hesitate a second and darted into the small apartnt, jumping onto the bed.
I glanced at her, then sat on the floor.
It was safer to keep my distance.
No one knew if soone had a cara aid at my room or if the police could barge in.
"So let’s continue from where we stopped."
Valentina nodded, locking her gaze on . "I will pay fifty bags if you give a month’s worth of blood."
’Fifty?’
It was definitely tempting, but not what I wanted.
"Princess, why don’t we do this."
I pointed at my neck. "Take a sip first."
Valentina’s eyes widened briefly. "For free?"
I nodded.
But of course it wasn’t free.
Why would I give my blood for free?
What I needed was to create an addiction.
During my days in Night_Hawks, I had seen great people collapse into fools just because of drugs.
It was a tactic my boss used to trap rich n’s children.
And for Valentina, who hadn’t tasted blood in forever?
This was a death sentence.
The mont she took a sip, she’d crave more, then grow obsessed.
She’d waste her money and sacks of gold on .
I tightened my expression, trying to keep my thoughts hidden.
The pink-haired girl rose from the bed and crawled closer to .
"Are you sure?"
I nodded, feigning a pitiful look. "I heard demons have particular tastes, so isn’t it better if you check the quality?"
What the hell was I even saying?
For a second, I sounded like I was talking about livestock.
Valentina hesitated briefly before settling on my cross-legged lap.
She wrapped a hand around my neck and leaned her mouth closer to my skin.
Her warm breath brushed against like she was preparing her al.
’Co on, lady, just drink already.’
As if hearing my thoughts, she lowered her head and bit into my neck.
My hands balled into fists, teeth grinding together.
Maybe it was because she was awakened, but her teeth were unnaturally sharp.
I felt the blood leave my body, slow at first, then rushing.
She drank it like one would savor wine.
Her tongue brushed against my skin as if she were feasting.
Then—
I pulled away.
The young girl, now with vertical pupils, sharp teeth, and long nails, stared at with wide, desperate eyes.
Part of her pink hair had turned black, and her pink eyes carried a trace of moonlight grey.
"More...?"
I shook my head.
"No."
Her gaze dropped. "Okay..."
A faint grin spread across my lips. ’I have tad the protagonist’s weakness!’
I wanted to laugh so hard my stomach would ache.
Even if I never awakened, I’d be safe for the rest of my life, since the god of plot armor would be my shield.
Patting Valentina’s head, I smiled innocently. "My lady, let us begin."
The facade slipped into a grin. "How about we call it ten bags a week?"
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