Chapter 80: None! There really isn't a drop left!
I didn't wake up hungry, I woke up in a state of suffocation.
On the verge of death, the fear of survival made me subconsciously shout, "Cain! β
"Bang! βββ
Something flew out, and I was breathing smoothly and woke up suddenly.
Sweated.
"Yes...... What the? β
Cain had changed into his regular clothes, a black trench coat covering his white shirt and a close-fitting waistcoat, and a pair of leather shoes with pointed heels on his feet, which at first glance he thought was a harmless gentleman.
His eyes lit up, "βMonto." β
There is no multiple intonation, but it makes people feel cold to the bone.
Monto, who was coughing up blood, trembled, but still looked up unwillingly, eagerly following Cain's gaze, "My lord, why her blood?!" Why did I try so many times...... Why not my blood!? β
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, "You are the Great Vampire Progenitor!" Why is it a small human being who wakes you up!! And not pure pureblood! β
He glared at me unwillingly.
Wow, you want my life while I'm asleep?
And the face glaring at me?!
Bah!
I immediately crawled behind Cain, who twitched the corners of his lips.
Old man Fred was fine, and as soon as Cain returned, he consciously stood behind Cain, swearing loyalty to the unique ancestor.
"Monto, will you take your own blood for food?" Cain's tone was vicious, "If I hadn't been too lazy to wake up, every attempt you made before would have made me want to end your endless life!" β
Fred and Monto, who were present when they heard Cain's words, were shocked and did not speak for a long time.
I came back and laughed: "...... So...... So for a long time, Monto is the blood clan you transformed? And your pure-blooded descendants want to wake you up with the blood that comes from you in your body?!! Hahahaha! It's so funny hahahahaha! β
It's really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple!!
Cain, who had been asleep for a long time, was fed his own blood many times?!!
None of those low-level vampires will suck their own blood out of hunger!
"It's so funny hahaha! I can laugh all day hahahaha! β
Cain bared his fangs.
The corners of my mouth that grinned to my temples suddenly drooped.
It's not because of cowardice, huh!
Montto crept up against the wall, very embarrassed, but still staring at me with great jealousy.
"Hungry, aren't you? I've also collected a lot of human ...... with good blood taste."
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Cain said without hesitation, and Monto's face turned pale, "...... Big...... My lord? β¦β¦β
He seemed incredulous.
Also, he is the only blood clan that has been transformed by Cain's own hands, and it is precisely because of this that other naturally born vampire nobles will be willing to accept his rule, in the final analysis, it is to give the ancestor face.
Under such treatment, anyone would feel that they were "different" in front of the First Ancestor, similar to the complacent nature of the Chosen One.
However, Cain did not hesitate to shatter his illusions, "Ragvar is dead, and no one can fight me again." The world is so boring that I choose to sleep. β
"Monto, you're nothing special."
Monto clenched his fingers, and the white handkerchief embroidered with roses accidentally fell out.
"What about you...... Why? β¦β¦β
Cain glanced at the handkerchief and said slowly, "Why?" Probably the last bit of responsibility that prompted me to find a leader I could rely on for the vampires......"
"Why...... It's me??? β
Monto's frenzied adoration almost translated into hatred for Cain.
No wonder I always thought that Montor would be 888 before, but I thought it was weird......
Now that I've seen Cain's outfit, I realize that it's the vampire progenitor that Montor has been imitating his cult of in his words.
Whether it's a handkerchief, a habit of cleanliness, or even a style of dressing, it's all Monto's deliberate imitation.
But a fake is a fake, and the glass can't pretend to be a real crystal, so that's why I feel out of place when I see Monto......
"Why?" Cain casually pinched his fingers, "I'm too lazy to pick, your hair just lets me see it at a glance." β
I looked at Monto's shiny silver hair.
Montor whimpered, and no longer sharpened, and fell lifelessly.
β¦β¦ It's also quite pitiful.
I thought I was special, but in the end I found out that it was just the feeling of loss that the vampire ancestor picked at random......
I frowned and looked at Cain, tentatively, "Brother 8? β
Cain glanced at me, "What are you talking about?" β
Pretending to be stupid? Or is it really not 888?
I don't have a clue yet. But my intuition made me think that Cain was 888...... Otherwise, this ancestor's cold and languid personality would not have been able to agree to my request so easily last night and let me go......
Fred said, "My lord, today's breakfast is 'bread' sent by Leclery, please enjoy." β
I acted as a little tail behind the stealth and made my way to the dining room.
The long table is beautifully arranged, and delicate red roses are placed in beautiful vases.
The viscous red liquid was respectfully served, and a rose was placed as a decoration in a very ceremonial manner.
Fred bowed and said, "My lord, this is the best quality 'bread' that has been selected, please enjoy." β
β¦β¦ So this is bread...... Also, for vampires, isn't blood the "bread" that humans eat every day......
It seems that Lecro Lily and they are really doing something bad......
"Mine, what's mine?"
Ignoring me, Cain gracefully pinched the goblet before putting it to his nose and placing it back on the table in disgust.
He looked straight at me, looking very dissatisfied.
Me: "...... It's not my blood, why don't you like to blame me? β
Cain: "...... Why is your blood different from theirs? β
Oh roar, does that mean any other blood is now unsightly? Do you blame me for my blood drinking?
Yes, you are the ancestor of tsundere vampires, one punch and one monster, you can't afford to mess with it.
Fred had been desperately suppressing his desire for the blood of the only human in the room, and subconsciously swallowed at Cain's words.
Cain frowned, "Get out of Fred." Also, prepare some human food, and my food can't go wrong. β
Fred hurriedly ran away.
I couldn't afford to fall down.
Well, I'm just a good food.
What can I do, I can't beat it, I can only swallow this breath and barely live like this.
The long table was at least three meters long, and Cain sat in the main seat, and I sat across the table furthest from Cain at the beginning, just to be on the safe side.
He said in a dissatisfied voice, "Come here." β
I quickly covered my neck and widened my eyes, "No! There really isn't a drop left! β
Cain: "......"