When Maggie said she wanted to go, the nun naturally led the way for her, but her face showed a troubled expression, as if she was struggling with whether or not to let Maggie go to see Little Orange.
"What's wrong? Is there something you don't want me to see?"
As she walked down the street, she asked the nun in a gentle voice.
"No, no, there's nothing you can't see. It's just that Little Orange is a bit special, and I'm afraid it might frighten you."
The nun immediately waved her hand in a panic, seemingly very worried that Maggie would misunderstand.
Although children may not fully understand the extent of the disparity in social status, the nuns are very clear that there is a huge chasm between the Holy Maiden of Light and ordinary nuns, which cannot be crossed no matter what.
This is the difference between nobles and commoners.
"It's okay, don't be afraid."
Maggie was also quite helpless. She had tried her best to be approachable, but she couldn't help but let others overthink things.
The further in you go, the narrower and darker the space becomes, giving Maggie a strange feeling when she walked in, as if she had gone to the wrong place.
Because this place doesn't look like a habitable place.
But the nun had been here for so long, she shouldn't have gotten lost, so Maggie followed her inside.
Even Gloria, who was following beside him, seemed a little nervous and quietly tightened her grip on her staff.
The nun stopped when she reached the innermost, darkest room and knocked on the door.
"Little Orange, the Holy Maiden... has come to see you, to see if she can cure your illness."
The nun paused slightly, looking somewhat hesitant, but perhaps because Maggie was right behind her, she finished speaking.
After she finished speaking, there was a long silence before rustling sounds came from inside the room. A short while later, the door lock clicked open.
The little girl didn't peek out from inside; instead, she stood in the dark room and spoke to the outside in a hoarse voice.
"May we allow only Her Highness the Holy Maiden to enter?"
Her words made Gloria frown, and the nun's expression changed as well, and she immediately spoke up to stop her.
"What are you saying, child? How can you let Her Highness the Holy Maiden accompany you alone? Don't talk nonsense."
The nun sounded a little nervous, but Maggie could vaguely see a pair of eyes through the crack in the door. They were slightly red and looked a bit like... the eyes of a vampire.
This intriguing discovery piqued Maggie's interest, so she agreed to Little Orange's request.
"Can."
Seemingly surprised that Maggie would actually agree, the nun and Gloria both turned to look at her, their expressions hesitant.
"It's okay, he's just a kid, I can protect myself."
Maggie thought, if it really is someone sent by vampires, then this is going to be interesting.
Are you preparing to negotiate with her?
Or are they planning to assassinate her, the Holy Maiden of Light, within the city of Saint Fe?
Was sending a child to find her meant to lower her guard?
All races become eternally youthful the moment they become vampires, and their bodies no longer change. Although they are just children, they may live for a very long time.
"Thank you, Holy Maiden."
Little Orange paused for a moment before thanking him in a hoarse voice.
She silently opened the door wider, but still couldn't see her body; it was completely hidden in the darkness.
Maggie noticed her strange reaction, because even vampires, who are afraid of light, don't react to this extent.
She walked into Little Orange's room without making a sound. A foul smell of blood hit her, the kind of blood that was very stale, but not yet rotten.
The room grew even darker. The moment Maggie entered, Little Orange immediately closed the door, not giving the nun and Gloria a chance to enter.
Is there anything you want to say to me?
Maggie didn't sense any hostility or murderous intent from Little Orange, but she could vaguely guess that Little Orange had a purpose in letting her in alone.
Do you resent vampires?
Little Orange didn't answer, but instead asked Maggie another question.
"?"
The child's words were surprising, and Maggie was taken aback. She hadn't expected him to ask such an unexpected question right away.
What kind of answer are you looking for?
Maggie straightened up slightly, looking at the little orange's red eyes that were faintly glowing in the darkness, and her voice deepened.
"Help me wipe them out."
In the darkness, Little Orange's hoarse voice seemed to carry resentment, yet it also sounded eerily calm.
"..."
Finally, Maggie's expression completely returned to normal, and she began to scrutinize the little girl in the darkness with a blank expression.
Although I couldn't see her face clearly, I could roughly make out her outline. She was just a very young child, so how could she hate vampires so much?
Besides... the aura emanating from her doesn't seem like that of a vampire; it's more like that of a human.
I originally thought it would be revenge from vampires, but I didn't expect it might be someone who has a grudge against vampires. It seems that there is a reason why the Blood Hunter Guild was established.
"If this is a request, I cannot do it."
Maggie was just stating the facts. Although she also hated vampires, she might only be able to wipe out the entire vampire race after she became a god.
Furthermore, there's the immortal pathogen that is the progenitor of vampires. As long as he lives, vampires cannot truly perish. This requirement is indeed a bit too much for her.
Let alone the Holy Maiden of Light, even the God of Light himself would have a hard time.
"I have a weapon."
In the darkness, Little Orange's body began to move. After speaking, she slowly walked past Maggie and headed deeper into the house. But as they passed each other, Maggie felt that the unpleasant smell of blood was even stronger.
Maggie frowned and grabbed Little Orange's arm.
She was a very small child, so thin that she could be easily grasped, but the texture of her skin was very strange—sticky, slippery, and bumpy, as if liquid was flowing between her fingers.
Little Orange seemed startled by Maggie's actions, her whole body stiffening, and it took her a long time to manage to speak and stop her.
"Let me go."
Maggie could vaguely sense the despair emanating from Little Orange, but for some reason she was still putting on a brave face.
"Putting aside whether your weapon can kill all the vampires, you must be seriously ill right now, right? Let me treat you first."
She didn't like the intense aura of death emanating from the child, and besides, her weapon was probably useless; treating her illness was more important.
Based on the feel of the flesh she touched, Little Orange probably has no good flesh on her body.
"No need, you can't cure me. You just need to help me kill all the vampires, leave not a single one alive."
Little Orange's voice gradually changed from calm to trembling, which was heartbreaking to listen to.
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