"Hmm?"
Serafe suddenly paused her action in front of the long table.
The surgical knife held in her pale right hand dripped thick black-red blood onto the iron bed.
"Your Majesty?"
Hearing the call of the Blood Servant, Serafe finally came back to her senses.
She looked at the pleading eyes of the Vampire Count on the operating table, and the still-beating pale heart, then shook her head with her eyes closed.
Bound by a mortal body, she had actually made the kind of mistake only lower beings would: lack of concentration.
"Your Majesty, we..."
Without answering the Blood Servant, Serafe simply tossed aside the surgical knife and walked to the window.
Contrary to the commonly used large arched windows on the empire's side, or the recently popular transparent glass square windows of the Holy Alliance, No Light City, the capital of Blood and Flesh Royal Court, exuded the style of centuries past.
