But this couldn't be rushed.
Wakaba Mutsuki had still been an ordinary student yesterday. If she suddenly became a Herrscher today, then had a whole pile of things beyond her common sense brutally forced onto her and was made to understand them, Mutsuki's mental state would only worsen. In severe cases, she might even break completely.
First, they needed to have Shoko get the Crychic band back together and stabilize Wakaba Mutsuki's mental state before discussing anything else.
"Warfarin, now that you've finished your report, leave." Kal'tsit issued an order to leave.
"I still need to collect some data—blood tests and such. Qianyi, I'll need your cooperation..." Warfarin looked at Qianyi, her fangs unconsciously biting her lower lip.
Ah~!
That rich scent, like aged red wine.
How wonderful.
Merely catching a whiff of it was enough to make her Bloodfiend instincts scream madly. The blood flowing through that body was practically a top-tier vintage aged for a hundred years, leaving the tip of her tongue numb and her mouth dry.
If Kal'tsit and Theresia hadn't both been here, she would have already hugged Qianyi's leg and kowtowed frantically, begging him to let her taste his blood. Even one tiny sip would have made dying worthwhile!!
"Five seconds." Kal'tsit had already summoned Mon3tr. "Either walk out on your own, or let Mon3tr drag you out."
"How can you do this?!" Warfarin's expression instantly twisted. "I've been running myself ragged over this matter. I deserve credit if not recognition for my hard work. I've rendered service to Rhodes Island! Kal'tsit, you old hag, you can't treat me like this!!"
She didn't want to leave.
She wanted to stay in this room too. She wanted to be Qianyi's personal bodyguard too!
"Warfarin, this isn't the time for you to fool around." Theresia suddenly