At that moment, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.
My body was trembling, my breathing was rapid, and my mind was blank.
Victor, however, was sizing up the nun in front of him.
Whether it's her or the other vampires, their appearance is considered young and outstanding among the crowd.
Like a young girl.
Even the vampire elder, though he looked a few years older than the nuns, still exuded a mature and graceful charm.
Vampires are inherently long-lived; once they reach adulthood, their appearance almost remains unchanged, making it difficult to see any signs of aging.
Their naturally pale skin adds to their delicate beauty.
Most importantly, they all have the same white hair and red eyes.
"Open your eyes."
As soon as the calm voice fell, the nun in front of him, though feeling very frightened, obediently opened her eyes.
Even so, her gaze remained fixed on Victor's white shirt.
They dared not look directly into the other person's eyes, let alone look up at their face.
Viktor, on the other hand, stared intently into the other's eyes.
Indeed, the red eyes that are unique to vampires have almost become one of their defining characteristics.
Victor then asked the question he had always wanted to know:
Why did you behave that way when you saw me?
Faced with this question, the vampire nun appeared very uneasy and answered in a trembling voice:
"Because...because I'm very hungry."
"I want...fresh blood."
Victor frowned.
Although high-ranking vampires such as Laureen and Priscilla do exist.
As vampire princes, they don't really need to rely on drinking blood to survive.
However, most vampires still need to drink blood to maintain their health.
"So, if it wasn't me who came, you would just eat the other person?"
These words seemed to startle the vampire in front of her. She hurriedly shook her head in denial, saying fearfully:
"No, no... Your Highness... does not allow us to actively drink human blood."
The prince clearly refers to Priscilla.
Hearing this, Viktor probably got the answer he wanted.
No wonder there are pureblood vampires like them in Shulburn; it's probably because Priscilla allowed them to live there.
But for some reason, she set a premise—
Vampires who wish to reside in Shulburn must become members of the Church of Abundance.
As for why they did this, we'll probably have to ask Michaela himself to find out.
In short, these vampires can be considered one of our own.
The vampire nun in front of him continued to explain tremblingly:
"The humans outside, they yearn for redemption... and that's why they come here."
"The elders taught us to tell these humans that we will draw their sinful blood to purify them from their sins."
"They will then agree to let us take their blood, and... and they will even pay us."
As she spoke, she felt a detached gaze drift away from her chest.
Seemingly afraid that Viktor might misunderstand something, he quickly added an explanation:
"For some reason, those human men... seem to have a particular fondness for touching this part of their body."
"Therefore, we have many 'guests' who frequently come here to 'atone'."
"They clearly did not commit any crime at all."
I see.
Viktor's gaze was unabashedly fixed on the other woman's ample bosom.
I'm afraid those guests weren't there to atone for their sins at all.
Vampires enter adulthood at the age of seventeen, and as long as they are not too old, they will forever retain the appearance of a young girl.
But their bodies will continue to mature and develop.
Clearly, every man admires these young, beautiful, and charming girls.
Vampire women not only satisfy their external needs, but also their spiritual needs.
Thinking of this, Victor sighed softly, then asked the vampire girl in front of him:
"So, do you know who I am?"
Upon hearing the question, the girl paused slightly, her widened eyes revealing fear and confusion.
"You...you're not, the Godfather...?"
Of course she always remembered, because it was the other person who said it himself.
The other party even shot her in the head because of this.
"Although this is also an identity that your bishop arranged for me."
“But I just mentioned the surname Clevina, which I'm sure you're familiar with.”
Victor's words caused the nuns around him to look up and all turn to him.
Seeing their reaction, Viktor elegantly straightened his collar and calmly spoke:
Strictly speaking, your prince should address me as—
"Father."
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