"Reach out your hand."
She obediently reached out her hand, and Victor steadily placed the vial of the mysterious liquid in her palm.
Feeling the heavy weight in her hands, Priscilla found it all very strange.
Although she had never drunk blood, she knew that blood was red.
Now, seeing that this transparent glass bottle also contained a red liquid, a bold conjecture arose in her mind:
Could it be that this contains 'Dad's' blood?
Subconsciously, her eyes couldn't help but steal glances at Victor's neck.
Although...although, it's not quite what she expected.
But this can be considered as drinking 'father's' blood.
However, Priscilla did not notice.
After Victor handed her the vial of potion, Lydia, who was behind her, breathed a sigh of relief.
She already knew what Victor wanted to do.
"Try drinking it."
Victor continued:
Upon hearing this, Priesh did not hesitate at all. He opened the bottle, lifted the bottle, tilted his head back, and drank the medicine inside in one gulp.
Tons tons tons tons.
Since it was her father who handed it to her, she naturally trusted that there was no danger in it.
As the last drop of scarlet liquid slid down her throat, Priscilla instantly felt a strange change spreading rapidly throughout her body.
A warm power was flowing rapidly through her veins.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt her body shed its usual weakness.
A healthy rosy glow began to appear beneath her pale skin.
The oppressive feeling of exhaustion vanished instantly, and strength returned to my limbs.
This feeling was incredibly strange; she could clearly sense that she was very different from before.
However, she did not taste the rusty and fishy flavors described by her fellow vampires.
I didn't feel the 'addictiveness' they mentioned.
It was as if the medicine had simply replenished her strength.
So isn't this essentially blood?
Priscilla looked down at the empty glass bottle in her hand.
Viktor was not surprised to see Priscilla's current state.
For vampires, blood is the source of their life.
In the game, vampires can restore their vitality and receive healing effects once they drink fresh blood.
The recovery potion that Victor just handed to Priscilla was meant to restore health.
Their functions are largely the same for vampires.
The only difference is that vampires generally use blood as food to fill their stomachs.
But the potions are only for restoring stamina and health; you can never get full from drinking them.
However, this can be considered a solution to Priscilla's physical stamina problem.
In the future, if she wants to regain her strength, she can use healing potions as a substitute.
But Priscilla was somewhat disappointed.
Didn't they say that because she's his daughter, it's okay for her to suck his blood?
This doesn't look like blood at all...
Just as she was about to ask, a sudden, violent gust of wind swept by.
An invisible wave of air caused Priscilla's long, silvery-white hair to flutter in the air, like a blooming silver flower.
Her long skirt fluttered in the wind, and she quickly stretched out her two pale, slender arms to hold the hem of the skirt down.
Even in the distance, Lia was shielding herself from the wind and waves, covering her face with one hand and tightly holding the little fox in her arms with the other.
Only the tiger-man stood like an unmoving mountain, letting the wind and waves sweep across its fur.
The candlelight around the church was swept by the air currents, causing its bright body to flicker and tremble.
Amidst the wind and waves, Priscilla struggled to lift her head.
But then they saw that Viktor was half-covered by a thick white mist, as if he were floating in the air.
"As for my blood."
Viktor extended his hand, which was also transformed into an elemental form, and gently patted Priscilla's head.
And it brushed against her soft, flowing, pale hair.
Then, a calm voice slowly rang out:
"Let's talk when you're strong enough to make me bleed on your own."
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful wave of air surged up.
White smoke billowed out, brushing past Priscilla's face.
The candlelight inside the church went out, leaving behind lingering, dancing smoke before its glow faded.
Finally, the shockwave dissipated, and golden rays of sunlight streamed in from outside the church.
Priscilla stood there, gazing at the golden sun slowly setting on the horizon, Viktor's words echoing in her mind.
Lia, standing behind Priscilla, couldn't help but smile again as she watched Victor disappear.
I feel relieved now.
Although there were some minor errors along the way, the result was still good.
As for the second half of Viktor's sentence, Lia didn't pay much attention to it.
In her view, only Viktor could make others bleed, and no one else could make him bleed.
Yes, that's right, making others bleed.
Thinking of this, a subtle blush appeared on Liya's face.
I don't know what I was thinking about.
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