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Beneath the night sky, the mocking words echoed.
The speaker, Heber the "Blood Drinker," gradually emerged from the crimson haze, becoming tangible-a strikingly handsome young man. His pale complexion and crimson eyes did nothing to diminish his good looks. Instead, they lent him an air of sinister allure.
Below his knees, however, he remained illusory.
Everyone could tell that he was something like a phantom.
Yet this phantom-like figure possessed a physical form.
At least...
[Spider's Claw] was embedded in his chest.
An increasingly eerie feeling spread.
It was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
"Do you know what an immortal body is?"
Once again, Heber the "Blood Drinker" spoke.
His voice was cold, his tone utterly casual.
Anyone who heard him would have thought victory was already in his grasp.
But the next moment-
"Yes.
The Creados family has three similar Mystic Arts that can achieve immortality.
Combined with a certain Mystic Item, they can grant true immortality, but at an immense cost."
Arthur nodded and answered without hesitation.
His straightforward response nearly made Heber the "Blood Drinker" lose control of his expression. He had already prepared what he would say next.
Wait, what?
Immortal bodies really exist?
I was only trying to use a little verbal trickery to break down your mental defenses!
Then see if I could possess your body!
Why are you giving me a serious answer?
This was not how he had imagined the script going!
Heber the "Blood Drinker" was inwardly bewildered.
He suddenly fell silent.
Arthur did not.
Arthur knew what the "Blood Drinker" wanted.
He simply wanted a different host to attach himself to.
The Marquis of Einhaas would not do.
So he would try Arthur instead.
In this disembodied state, does he absolutely need a body?
Arthur speculated inwardly,