"Aren't you going to explain? My dear... master?"
Murderous intent spilled out in all directions.
Though her smile was sweet, her presence was extraordinarily intense.
Only at times like these did Roland remember that, however much she acted like a sweet, tsundere maid before him, Altrouge Brunestud was still, at heart, the princess who stood above all Dead Apostles and True Ancestors.
"Well... that's a long story..."
Roland narrowed his eyes and quietly nudged Arcueid, who was still lying in his arms, signaling for her to take a look at the atmosphere.
But the White Princess was very slow to react.
Though she had still been able to argue with Roland at first, as the aftereffects of drinking his blood kicked in, Arcueid inevitably grew somewhat dazed, as though drunk.
Fortunately, with Roland's reminder and the stimulus of that unmistakable killing intent, the True Ancestor princess's flawless body swiftly adjusted, instantly restoring her reason.
Yet, perhaps because she still did not understand the situation, or perhaps simply because she was greedy, even as Arcueid adopted a battle-ready expression, she did not forget to extend her tongue and seductively lick the wound on Roland's neck, sweeping the last crystalline drop of blood into her mouth.
...Hey, hey, could you not add fuel to the fire right now?
Feeling that intoxicating, orchid-scented breath brush his skin, Roland's heart involuntarily tightened.
For Dhampirs, bloodsucking was inherently an ambiguous act that lay somewhere between feeding and making family.
Arcueid had no intention of provoking her-her understanding of likes and dislikes had been shallow before, and unlike Roa, Altrouge had not succeeded through base, shameless deception, but had genuinely won through strength.
Though the Black Princess had stolen her long hair, she actually bore no resentment toward this nominal older sister, at most wanting to