When the guards turned to leave, the Pope stood in the darkness and closed his eyes.

The light is refracted by the multicolored glass window tops, as if bathing the whole church in holy light, but in the corridor, the people in white religious robes are standing in the shadows, their expressions are bright and dark.

There is a foul smell that does not correspond to the church.

…

The room at this time.

Mias sat on the bed, holding a copy of the teachings sent by the guards, and slowly flipped through it.

Gardenia walked around the room curiously, her fingers pinching her braids in boredom.

After inspecting the territory, the little girl nodded reluctantly, expressing satisfaction, and then curiously looked at the person next to the bed.

"Can reciting this doctrine really communicate with God?"

Mias snapped and closed the teachings.

"I can't."

Perhaps many years ago, the pope did have the ability to communicate with God, but as faith waned, the priesthood ceased to be a priesthood.

The current doctrine has long been unrecognizable, not to mention that this book was found out of nowhere, and the pages are still damp.

He lowered his eyes, his pale golden eyelashes trembled, and inexplicably revealed a bit of brokenness.

Gardena couldn't see any expression on that face, but she could guess the current situation, so she raised her chin and announced to herself.

"It doesn't matter, they don't believe in you and me, I'll cover you in the future."

Why should God have mercy on the world even if they are abandoned?

The little girl pursed her lips, feeling that this was not a god, and that she was obviously wronged.

Mias was silent for a moment, as if it was the first time he had heard such words, and looked at her a little blankly.

His fingertips touched his heart, and he pursed his lips.

Not again...... This feeling of being out of control.

Seeing him like this, Gardenia thought there was something wrong with his body, and subconsciously came over.

"What's wrong?"

Mias didn't answer, just raised his hand and tugged at his collar and turned his head sideways.

"Aren't you going to drink blood?"

Gardenia's eyes lit up slightly, and what she wanted to say was forgotten at once, and she only looked at the white neck and licked her small fangs reservedly.

"Uh-huh! To drink! ”

As she spoke, she turned into a bat and flew expertly into his palm, ready to hold his fingertips and nibble.

“……”

Mias lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was a little confused.

"Don't you have to bite your neck?"

Her gaze kept falling there, he didn't feel it, since he wouldn't be affected by the aura of light, he didn't mind being bitten by her like that.

The little bat tilted his head, as if to confirm whether he was telling the truth, and then neatly stepped aside and turned into a girl.

"Really? Can I bite my neck? ”

Mias bowed slightly.

Now Gardenia looked at it openly, stared straight at the pale and beautiful skin, and then swallowed uncontrollably.

It smells so good.

She licked her lips and knelt on the bed on one leg, her hand on his shoulder, and pressed closer to the neck.

Sweet blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and his eyes, which were originally black, were instantly dyed crimson.

Gardena lowered her head, two small fangs exposed at the corners of her lips close to her skin, and then quickly punctured the skin.

Mias narrowed his eyes, his expression slightly stunned.

The bitten piece of skin swelled with a tingle, as if paralyzing the prey, and then a subtle sensation spread throughout the body.

Even the vertebrae softened in an instant.

His body stiffened, a little helpless and dazed, and his beautiful light golden pupils floated with mist.

The thin lips opened slightly, as if they wanted to say something, but they were forcibly pressed back, and only the crimson color on his face showed something.