In Sanguinem, everything was so dull.
Luke got up early to wash up.
The words "I'm super cute!" had naturally faded away.
Looking at his face in the mirror without the writing, Luke couldn't help but feel a bit narcissistic.
"This face must belong in heaven; it's a rare sight in the mortal world!"
"Indeed, it's my first time seeing such a thick-skinned face. If you want, I can help you rewrite those words back on."
Luke's face immediately slumped as he looked at Krul beside him.
Because the sink in Luke's room had "accidentally" broken, it would take some time to fix, and they had to find a Vampire responsible for such repairs.
However, while Krul could mobilize such Vampires, they were under the jurisdiction of the thirteenth progenitor, Crowley Eusford.
Crowley, in turn, was obedient to Ferid. Furthermore, Luke's special constitution could not be made known to the other Vampire Progenitors for the time being.
So, under Luke's repeated thick-skinned requests, Krul had recently agreed to let him share her sink.
After all, Krul couldn't stand the thought of smelling any unpleasant odors on Luke when she drank his blood.
Krul looked like she had just woken up, her eyes still drowsy.
Internally, Luke was frantically cheering for Krul, but on the surface, he pretended to be heartbroken.
"As they say, when God opens a door, He closes a window. To have such a beautiful face, yet lack the ability to appreciate beauty... how tragic! How... ah!"
Luke clutched his stomach and doubled over, stomach acid rising as if he were about to vomit.
"If you dare throw up on me, I'm not sure what your end will be."
Luke quickly covered his mouth with both hands and forced it back down.
Krul's expression remained unchanged as she withdrew her right fist.
"Fragile human. After all this time, you still can't take a single punch from me."
Luke looked up with a face full of pain and gave a bitter smile.
"My abs are about to be punched out by you, Lady Krul."
Krul began brushing her teeth, responding indistinctly.
"Oh, you're welcome."
Luke's face was covered in black lines as he silently retracted one of his internal cheers, thinking to himself: 'If you're so capable, try punching another human; if they aren't pierced through by your fist, I'll consider them sturdy!'
After a moment of recovery, Luke straightened his back and continued washing up.
Krul, having finished washing, prepared to return to her exclusive seat to begin another day of doing nothing.
Luke felt depressed.
Such a cute little girl, sitting around in a daze all day; it's really pitiful.
Uh... that's not right. At over two thousand years old, she can't exactly be called a little girl.
Krul arrived in the main hall, utterly bored.
Vampires are different from ghosts; aside from their craving for blood, their other desires are very low—one could almost say they are without desire.
In terms of patience, they are even stronger than an old monk who has practiced Meditation for thirty years.
So, Krul usually felt nothing about the monotonous days in Sanguinem.
But ever since she started drinking Luke's blood, she found it increasingly difficult to sit still.
Because once she drank it, she wanted more. However, Luke's blood was too special, and as the ruler of Sanguinem, she couldn't drink too much.
This led her to feel a bit of disdain for other humans' blood, yet she couldn't satisfy her cravings with Luke's blood either.
Consequently, the only way for a Vampire to vent their desires was unavailable to her, making her quite irritable lately.
The boredom she hadn't felt for thousands of years was finally being experienced.
But strangely enough, even though her blood intake had decreased significantly, she felt more and more energetic, and even her skin had improved.
"What are you thinking about? Thinking of me?"
Luke's face abruptly appeared in Krul's field of vision, interrupting her daze.
Krul impatiently uttered a single word.
"Scram!"
Luke said mischievously.
"Oh, don't be so irritable; it's bad for your health."
Krul turned her head away, refusing to look at Luke.
"If you hung around in front of me less, I wouldn't be so irritable."
Luke dejectedly walked over to a set of luxurious chairs and sat down.
This had been delivered just yesterday to prevent Luke from standing directly by the dining cart to feast.
The tablecloth on the table was very large, just barely dragging on the floor.
If Luke was in the hall and a Vampire suddenly came looking for Krul, he could dive straight under the table.
When Luke first saw the table yesterday, he had teased Krul a bit.
"You're quite a miserable Queen, having to hide the man you're keeping in your palace."
Krul felt the words were strange at the time, but she didn't fully understand them, assuming Luke was just mocking her for being afraid of the other Vampire Progenitors.
She immediately retorted.
"Hmph, I just find it troublesome. Even if the other Progenitors knew of your existence, as long as I say you're off-limits, no matter how much you attract them, they would never dare touch you!"
Luke rolled his eyes.
"Right, right, right, you're just so powerful."
Krul found his words uncomfortable no matter how she heard them, so she gave him a "massage."
The force was a bit too much; he almost suffered a bone fracture.
Luke originally wanted to manifest a book out of thin air, but suddenly remembering Krul was still there, he pretentiously went back to his room.
Shortly after, Luke walked out of the room holding a copy of 'hyouka' and sat in his chair to read.
This was one of his favorite works, and he decided to revisit it.
When he saw Houtarou and Eru meeting for the first time, and recalled the scenes from the anime, Luke let out a giggling, fanboyish laugh.
Hearing Luke's commotion, Krul felt curious. She turned her head and saw him holding a book, reading with great interest.
Krul's confusion grew.
Where did this book come from? Why was he laughing so happily?
Krul stood up and walked toward Luke.
Luke was immersed in the novel's content and didn't notice Krul approaching at all.
Krul came up behind Luke and leaned over to see the contents of the book.
Her hair brushed against Luke's ear, giving him a startle.
"Kru... Lady Krul, what are you doing?"
Krul reached out her hand, her tone brook no refusal.
"Hand it over."
Luke was dazed.
"Wha... what?"
Krul pointed to the book in Luke's hand.
Luke understood and said hesitantly.
"Can it wait? I haven't finished reading it yet."
Krul gave a smile that made the back of Luke's neck go cold.
With two dry laughs, Luke handed it over.
After taking it, Krul first looked at the cover and then sat down opposite Luke.
Since she had nothing to do anyway, she might as well take a look.
Luke was initially dejected about his reading being interrupted, but seeing Krul start to read as well, he couldn't help but feel a sense of novelty.
So, instead of taking out another book, he rested his chin on his hands and watched Krul read 'hyouka'.
So beautiful—I mean the book.
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