With the departure of the Duke of Barlow, this magnificent golden church was once again immersed in peace and tranquility.
The tiny candles on the surrounding pillars flickered and danced, their light converging to illuminate the hall even more brightly.
Today, given the arrival of many nobles, Michaela has sent out the nuns from the church ahead of schedule.
Let them go to the fields to help the farmers, or go to other churches to pray.
As the Duke of Barlow left, the nobles, who seemed to have lost their souls, unconsciously followed behind him, forming a neat line.
Until that eerie and dark gate to the dead reappeared in the thick fog, the Grand Duke walked into it, leaning on his cane.
The nobles who were being led along also entered through the gate.
The bizarre scene that unfolded inside the church left the people who came to support Priscilla in a state of shock.
To appease the public, Michaela temporarily led the residents away from the church.
Therefore, only Lia and a few others remained in the church.
The matter has been settled, and now it is time for Priscilla and Victor, her adoptive father and daughter, to reunite.
Similarly, seemingly sensing that something was amiss in the atmosphere, the Marquis of Sancher coughed softly:
"Well, it seems everything has been resolved. I should return to my territory now."
The affairs of the demi-humans need to proceed slowly. Although Grand Duke Barlow has the support, change cannot be achieved overnight.
As a lord, he knew that his primary task was to gradually improve the perception of demi-humans within his territory.
Reduce public prejudice and gradually accept its existence.
Therefore, his departure was reasonable.
However, no one paid attention to the Marquis of Sancher's words, and no one even cared that he walked out of the church's main entrance.
After the Marquis of Sancher left, only a few people remained in the empty church.
Priscilla still looked at Victor with a cautious and shy expression.
Her gaze would sometimes rise, and sometimes fall shyly, so uneasy that she didn't even know where to put her hands.
They could only be carried behind their backs, their fingers intertwined, occasionally biting their lower lip, anxiously awaiting a response.
I was afraid that my words might have offended the other person.
Moreover, for some reason, she always felt that there was a gaze constantly looking back and forth at her from the side.
Is Miss Lia watching her? Miss Lia must be cheering her on!
After all, it was the gentle Miss Lia who suggested that she call the mage "father".
The reason the other party did this was definitely to help her take her relationship with the monk to the next level.
Although the word "father" always unconsciously reminds her of her biological father.
So perhaps a slight change, replacing it with the more affectionate "Dad," could alleviate this complex emotion.
She will definitely do her best!
But upon hearing Priscilla's request, Victor couldn't help but sigh.
His voice, though soft, clearly pierced the surrounding silence and reached Priscilla's sensitive ears.
The courage she had just mustered was like a balloon that had been suddenly punctured.
The courage within vanished in an instant.
She clenched her white teeth, the tips of which gently embedded themselves into her soft pink lips.
The heart in my chest pounded even harder due to the tension.
Yes, is it because we don't want her to suck blood?
That makes sense; why would any human be willing to have their blood sucked by a vampire?
In fact, Priscilla made this request on a whim.
After all, just now, Victor had used this reason to bring up their relationship.
Viktor's refusal at this moment seemed quite reasonable.
But at this moment, she felt more nervous and uneasy.
As if already anticipating Viktor's rejection, Priscilla lowered her head, closed her eyes tightly, and said nervously:
"Well, um... it's okay even if it's not possible... Dad."
While vampires do indeed depend on the nourishment of blood for survival, a pure vampire prince like Priscilla is an exception.
While prolonged abstinence from blood may cause some weakness and increased sensitivity to sunlight, it is by no means life-threatening.
Moreover, her bloodlust, which caused her to crave blood, had been cured ten years ago.
For her, drinking blood was more like a way for humans to obtain food and replenish their energy.
Whenever Priscilla thinks of Victor appearing by her side like a hero from heaven and solving many of her difficulties, she feels a deep sense of relief.
Not only was her father's territory preserved, but Grand Duke Barlow even allowed her to inherit her father's title and become a member of the kingdom.
She felt even more that her request was particularly rude.
Her father has already done so much for her, how could she possibly ask for more?
In an instant, guilt and shame spread like weeds through Priscilla's tense heart, making her feel incredibly heavy.
Complex and chaotic emotions collided within her, making her even more afraid.
She was afraid that these things would displease Viktor and cause him to distance himself from her.
Suddenly, however, a transparent glass bottle filled with bright red liquid silently appeared in her sight.
Looking at the scarlet potion handed to her, Priscilla was stunned, her eyes full of confusion.
What is this?
At the same time, Viktor's calm voice rang out above her head:
"This thing should be able to replace your need for blood."
Priscilla looked up, staring blankly at Viktor, somewhat incredulous.
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