When the High-Pressure Water Gun flushed out even the little Dragon Blood remaining in his body, the Vampire Earl grew increasingly gaunt.
At that moment, all that remained in his heart was regret.
He should never have provoked this little wizard.
Beneath that harmless-looking exterior lay a heart as cold and hard as iron!
It was rather ironic. A vampire who lived by drinking blood was now about to die from being drained dry.
He could even feel Death smiling at him.
But just then, the crisp sound of water droplets hitting the ground awakened the Vampire Earl's final desire to live.
Trembling, he pointed at the swimming pool, which had begun to overflow with bloody water, and spoke weakly.
"Full, it's full..."
Charle turned to look at the swimming pool as well, suddenly realizing.
"Oh, it's full."
"Alright, I get it."
"Then I won't spray any more water. The diluted stuff won't do. Feels like there really isn't much left."
Then, he released the High-Pressure Water Gun.
Ecstatic joy at surviving a desperate situation appeared on the Vampire Earl's face.
But the next moment, Charle's Wand was pointed at him.
Night's Edge burst forth from the tip of the Wand once more, ruthlessly pinning him to the ground.
The Vampire Earl widened his eyes and stared fixedly at Charle.
"You..."
"You tricked me..."
Charle grinned.
"You're a vampire several hundred years old. Come on, don't be so naive."
"Since I've already offended you beyond repair, of course I have to kill you. That's the only safe option."
"What if you get your hands on some powerful magical item, or master some powerful spell, and come looking for revenge again?"
"I, Charle, have always been cautious."
Then, Charle's expression turned indifferent as he put away the Dragon Blood he had