CHAPTER 67: 67 FEELING (2/3)

Eliza didn’t understand.

She didn’t know why she was willing to answer Herbert’s offensive question.

Nor could she understand why she genuinely began to recall the situation back then.

Perhaps.

She saw a reflection of herself in him at that time...

"At first, I didn’t go straight to kill him."

"I just seriously injured him, and then let him flee miserably in the castle."

Her expression was indifferent as she calmly recounted the scene at that time.

"After that, I first killed all his servants, guests, boy toys in the castle..."

"I drained the blood of every one of them, letting that impure blood fill every corner of the castle."

"When all this was done, I found that guy on the verge of a mental breakdown... in the cellar he thought was hidden, huh."

"Cowering, trying to hide among a pile of sprouted potatoes."

Eliza let out a mocking laugh:

"Don’t you find it ridiculous?"

"Obviously, he was also a monster, who mercilessly took our family members before, ruling the territory for hundreds of years with terror and bloodshed..."

"Yet such a brutal monster, when faced with a more powerful, more ferocious, and more terrifying monster, became so cowardly and harmless."

"It’s utterly ridiculous!"

"Do you know? When I found him, I didn’t feel pleased, but rather a genuine...boredom."

Eliza’s expression turned cold, somewhat uninterested as she said:

"After that, I lost the interest in playing hide and seek with him, so I ended his life after letting him flee for a while."

After finishing this not-so-interesting story, Eliza looked up at the pensive young man in front of her and calmly said:

"So, if you were to ask me how I felt when I killed him, I can only tell you—bored."

With this, Eliza’s answer was complete.

Herbert didn’t ask any more questions, nor did she offer any advice.

She didn’t know why Herbert asked such a question, nor what kind of treatment he’d experienced.

She wouldn’t ask, and there was no need to ask.

Their relationship hadn’t reached that point.

The only reason Eliza was willing to answer was out of a little sympathy, feeling somewhat soft-hearted at the moment.

As for how Herbert would decide, whether he’d become a patricide like her? Or choose to let go?

It had nothing to do with her.

After a moment, Herbert nodded, saying softly, "Miss Eliza, thank you for being willing to answer my question."

"I think I have the answer in my heart."

Eliza remained silent, then let out a chuckle, said brazenly, "Ha, cut the crap, hand over your blood to me!"

The slightly heavy atmosphere dissipated, as Eliza raised her head, trying to demand her compensation from Herbert:

"Blood! Give me ten drops... no, fifty drops, a hundred drops!!!"

Raising the price on the spot, blatantly jacking up the blood price.

The tables have turned, kid!

Now, it’s my turn to make you uncomfortable!!!

The more she thought about it, the more Eliza felt delighted, unable to hold back a laugh.

Hahaha, heeheehee, hehehee, keh keh keh...

She let out strange laughs of keh keh keh keh, saying somewhat smugly, "I not only want ordinary blood, I also want... the Holy Blood you made that one time!"

"You want Holy Blood?"

Herbert blinked, tilting his head in confusion, asking, "Are you living too comfortably?"

Herbert wasn’t surprised at all by Eliza raising the price; he was already prepared for it.

In fact, his initiative for this transaction was to let her make a small gain.

Continuously losing was no way to keep someone engaged.

A mix of wins and losses, big losses and small gains, making her firmly believe "the advantage is mine!"—only then can you hook your marks.

But now, she’s got the nerve to ask for Holy Blood!

She’s a little too full of herself.

This was something Herbert hadn’t anticipated at all...

Hey!

The mark wants to eat glyphosate, how novel!

Oh, maybe not that novel... this event was recorded in a lot of past news.

"You don’t understand!"

Completely high, Eliza tossed her hair, sending her silver-gray strands flying, said triumphantly, "The taste of the two is completely different!"

"Your fresh blood is very delicious, but the Holy Blood has an additional unique flavor!"

"After drinking it, it makes your throat feel tingly, like after chugging a whole bottle of high-proof liquor! There’s even a pricking sensation!"

Recalling the feeling at that time, her face flushed with an unusual reddening, and she shifted her body unnaturally.

That feeling... ha!

Really~~~gives a rush!

"I was too weak back then to be harmed by your Holy Blood, but now that I’ve recovered a lot, I’m no longer afraid of your Holy Blood!"

Awakening from her fond memories, she glared with beautiful eyes, shouting like a little demoness, "Give it to me! Quickly, give me your blood!"

Herbert blinked, not hesitating much; after all, the preparation of Holy Blood wasn’t difficult, so if she wanted it, he’d just accommodate her.

He drew his sword and cut open his palm, the Holy Mark shone, and drops of luminous blood began to drip.

"Ah—"

Watching Eliza open her mouth wide to catch it, her face filled with excitement and greed, Herbert squinted his eyes.

Not good.

She’s making me want to put something strange in her mouth... too bad, he didn’t have pepper with him.

"Let’s save it for next time... huh?"

Just as Herbert was thinking about preparing various seasonings for later, he suddenly noticed something peculiar about Eliza’s appearance.

"Sss! Ha—sss! Ha—"

She was flushed, her blood-red eyes trembling incessantly, her tongue making sss-haa sounds, a layer of cold sweat appearing on her forehead.

In that state, she looked like... yes!

Like his Cantonese friend experiencing slightly spicy hot pot for the first time, even after rinsing it with clear water.

"Ha! That’s the feeling!"

"So~~~good!"

No, dude?

What are you doing?

Are you using me as chili flakes here!

Herbert felt strangely slighted, withdrawing his hand on the spot.

Even after he withdrew his hand, Eliza continued to sss-haa there for a while longer.

A moment later, Herbert looked at the incredibly refreshed Eliza and asked the last question:

"Have you ever regretted it?"

"Regret?"

Eliza raised an eyebrow, grinning wickedly: "I never regret!"

To this, Herbert nodded, sighing: "That’s right, you not only won’t regret, but no one can judge or punish you, I get it."

"Mm, not even the gods."

Eliza: ???

Her prideful expression collapsed in a second, and upon hearing this, her whole demeanor soured, hastily asking:

"Where on earth did you find out about this!!?"

"Who told you!!?"

And just as Eliza broke down defensively, hurriedly questioning Herbert on where he got this information, a figure appeared between the two.