Professor Lasimi and Blood Coral

The sweet fragrance drifting through the air gradually faded.

It was a scent that reminded Paul of lychees, burning pine resin, and warm rose wine.

As he slowly awoke from that dreamlike state, he felt that his skin was unnaturally hot, as though he had a fever... Yet by contrast, his body was terribly weak, while his mind was exceptionally clear.

His first reaction was to roll up his sleeve and look at his forearm.

The kiss mark that had remained there for years had vanished without a trace.

—This symbolized that the bewitching curse that had haunted his body like a nightmare had now disappeared.

He was not a runaway Blood Slave... In fact, he was still under his master's control.

That was precisely why his bewitching curse had been actively suppressed—this was his master's doing.

Meanwhile, that young lady was quietly curled up in the corner of the sofa, sipping Fruit Dew with its considerable alcohol content.

The crimson gleaming deep in her pupils had become increasingly pronounced, making her seem even more alluring.

Yet although she was clearly tipsy... the strange, irresistible charm around her, which resembled that of a succubus, had instead faded.

"Have you calmed down?"

The young lady spoke in a lazy, catlike voice, gazing at him from afar with eyes that were clearly already tinged with drunkenness.

Paul was somewhat baffled. "You... aren't going to drink my blood?"

Even though he had seen plenty of Children of the Moon, he could not help entertaining an almost impossible possibility—perhaps this Child of the Moon was a good person? Yet the other party's words immediately shattered his hopes.

"What, do you want me to drink your blood that badly?"

She sneered, then brazenly declared, "Sorry, but I'm very particular about the looks of my food.