Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

Chapter 276: Ten Drops of Blood

"Good morning, Master."

Loren woke up relatively early today. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Cecelia cleaning the room.

Because they had a lot of privacy matters, they didn't allow others to enter their rooms, so the cleaning duties naturally fell to Mirrorheart and Cecelia.

However, they didn't need to cook meals here, so the workload was much lighter.

"Good morning."

Loren ordered breakfast, then sat on the sofa waiting, casually using the Abyssal Gaze Eye to check on everyone's situation.

Anna and Lilith were still sleeping in Loren's bed. Naclis was already awake, sitting on her bed reading her Magic Book. Luna was also studying magic—those two were the most diligent.

Laila and Scarlett were also sleeping in their respective beds, though Scarlett's sleeping posture was much more... unrestrained.

When Loren looked for Cecelia, her figure wasn't in his field of vision—only the Abyssal Gaze Eye and a note remained. The note said not to worry, that she was doing something inconvenient for Loren to watch.

This line of thinking from her surprised Loren a bit. After all, Cecelia even wore the Abyssal Gaze Eye while bathing."She couldn't possibly be coming to ambush me, could she?"

Loren thought about it and realized Cecelia really might do something like that.

She was only timid when facing Loren directly, but her actions could be quite bold. After all, Loren didn't think a normal person would sneak into someone else's house to deliver a bloody letter.

The doorbell rang—the person delivering the food had arrived. Seeing Mirrorheart go to answer it, Loren couldn't be bothered to move.

Mirrorheart opened the door and found the attendant outside with her head bowed, her deep red hair simply tied back, pushing a food cart.

"Thank you for your trouble. Here's a tip."

Mirrorheart casually grabbed a handful of copper coins and stuffed them into the hands of this "attendant," then took the food.

Faced with Mirrorheart's tip, she merely nodded, then quickly left, not even taking the food cart with her.

After fleeing, Cecelia hid in a corner of the hotel, glanced at the copper coins in her hand—she wasn't short on money—but soon she noticed something.

"A key?"

The silver key stood out conspicuously among the pile of copper coins. Cecelia was overjoyed:

"Did that clumsy maid accidentally give me the key along with the tip?"

Holding the key, Cecelia's mind conjured countless plans...

"Why did you suddenly think to give a tip? So many attendants have delivered food before, and I never saw you give a single tip."

"I thought that attendant looked quite cute, figured I'd help add her to your harem."

"..."

Loren fell silent. This was indeed something Mirrorheart would do.

Just as the food arrived, Lilith also woke up. Rubbing her eyes, she directly sat down next to Loren.

"Oh, I just remembered something."

Seeing Lilith, Loren suddenly sat up straight. A very important matter had been neglected by him for a long time.

"What is it?"

Mirrorheart sat on Loren's other side and asked.

"Isn't Lilith a vampire? She's been living with us for so long, but she's never sucked blood once."

"I forgot to drink blood?"

Lilith herself looked shocked at this moment. It wasn't just Loren—she had forgotten too.

"Haven't you felt any discomfort anywhere?"

If vampires go too long without drinking blood, they fall into Blood Thirst. They can't satisfy their appetite with anything else, the desire to drink blood grows stronger and stronger, and they eventually lose their minds.

As he asked, Loren was about to cut his own hand to feed Lilith blood. He was afraid Lilith simply couldn't feel the discomfort.

Even if she said she didn't feel unwell, Loren would still give her some blood, just to be safe.

Loren cut his finger and directly inserted it into Lilith's mouth. At the same time, Mirrorheart leaned close to Loren's ear and began to speak:

"Actually, you don't need to use your own blood. As the saying goes, one drop of * equals ten drops of blood. With your abilities, feeding Lilith isn't a problem at all—it might even be more than enough. And collecting it isn't difficult either."

"Then I'd rather use blood..."

Loren pushed Mirrorheart away, not wanting to hear her outrageous words.

Lilith was at least several hundred years old, but she looked about the same age as Anna. So if he really did something to her, Loren would feel very guilty.

At this point, Loren suddenly remembered that Anna also hadn't grown taller for a long time. It seemed Anna had frozen her age at this point.

A witch's age generally freezes at her most beautiful moment, but they can also choose subjectively. Anna probably chose to freeze herself at this moment, thinking that only by remaining a child could she receive Loren's utmost affection.

As for Naclis, she really had no choice. Loren wasn't entirely sure if she had frozen her age or not. Anyway, witches don't age, so Naclis not growing up might genuinely be a personal issue, unrelated to age freezing.

"I think that's enough... I don't recall ever drinking blood before."

Lilith spat out Loren's finger, and soon Loren's wound began to heal.

The healing effect of the Reversed Shattered Wedding Ring was quite impressive. If Loren didn't actively suppress it, such a minor wound could basically be ignored.

"Really?"

Loren looked into Lilith's eyes. He didn't trust Lilith's memory at all.

Under Loren's gaze, Lilith's tone lost much of its confidence:

"Probably... right?"

Lilith was a half-vampire. It wasn't impossible for a half-vampire not to need blood, but Loren still chose the safer route.

However, blood didn't taste good—at least Lilith didn't seem to like the flavor much. Loren could tell from her expression.

It's just that Lilith knew Loren was doing this for her good, so she endured the discomfort and drank a little blood.

"You could consider my earlier suggestion. The taste is definitely better than blood, and you don't need to intentionally injure yourself. What do you think?"

"I agree with Mirrorheart's idea!"

Lilith raised her hand. She hadn't clearly heard what Mirrorheart just said. She only heard that what Mirrorheart mentioned tasted better than blood and didn't require Loren to hurt himself.

The blood ordinary vampires drink usually comes from people who sell it. High-ranking vampires keep blood slaves. Neither method was suitable for Loren's situation.

People who sell blood are unlikely to be very healthy. Given this world's medical standards, they wouldn't care about viruses in the blood, let alone that this blood was for vampires—ordinary people couldn't afford it anyway.

As for keeping blood slaves, Loren couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. So using his own blood was the best choice, especially since Loren's healing ability was strong.

"You agreed without even hearing what Mirrorheart said!"

Loren pinched Lilith's cheek. Her skin was very delicate and smooth, with a pleasant texture. Loren couldn't resist pinching it a few more times.