Angel blood had the power to suppress curses?!
That epic-grade potion had been made by the Matriarch using her own blood?!
Lynn gazed at the bound angel's exposed, bloodstained neck. It was like an invitation to a vampire, yet it also held a damned, indescribable allure that made his heart pound.
But the expression on the Matriarch's face was so holy.
It filled Lynn with a sense of utterly wicked sacrilege.
"Wouldn't this be a little too presumptuous?"
Lynn coughed.
The bound angel frowned and said unhappily, "Do you want me to draw my blood, put it in a cup, and then give it to you to drink?"
Lynn's face reddened.
The bound angel shook her head, a faint glow shining in her eyes. She took a breath, rolled her eyes slightly, and said:
"Don't get any strange ideas. You're far too green. I have no interest in you."
"It's only because you're too weak right now. If you recklessly swallowed my blood, it would most likely purify you down to the last scrap of bone before it could suppress your curse. That's why I need to control and adjust it. Do you understand now?"
Lynn said, ヽ(￣▽￣)ﾉ, "You should've said so sooner! Then I wouldn't have had any reservations! Otherwise, people are going to get weird, lewd ideas again."
A huge "╬" popped up above the bound angel's head.
Lynn stood up with a composed expression.
He strode over and sat down in front of the bound angel's radiance, adjusted his Monocle, and said solemnly:
"Matriarch, forgive my impertinence. Please bear with it and don't cry out."
The bound angel: "???"
Lynn held his breath and focused. Then he reached toward the cheek of the bound angel, who had closed her eyes and was clenching her fists so angrily