Are you at peace today, Your Highness? 30

The room was so quiet that Mias could even hear the little girl's gurgling swallowing sounds, and she let out a soft sigh of satisfaction from time to time.

Then the blood drops that emerge will be licked away, slowly, as if reluctant to let go.

At any rate, I still remembered that this was the first time my little brother had been bitten on the neck, and Gardenia didn't dare to open her stomach to drink. She only stopped when her physical strength improved slightly, which only took about a minute in total.

However, when she raised her head, Mias was still unable to recover and could only ask slowly.

"What does it feel like?"

Gods don't understand things between men and women, so they naturally don't know what happens when being sucked by vampires.

Gardenia blinked her eyes with an innocent expression.

"Does it hurt? It shouldn't happen. There will be something like anesthetic when the bite is broken. It should be that it hasn't recovered yet."

Mias pursed his pale lips and held her waist with one hand.

"……Yeah?"

Knowing that this would be uncomfortable for him, Gardenia didn't leave. She was just held in his arms by him, and then she was fooled in a serious manner.

"Yeah, because it's the first time, I'm not used to it. It will be much better if I drink it later."

That's right, as soon as she finished drinking, the little girl quietly started to make an appointment for the next time.

Mias blinked, seeming to be thinking about what she said, and hummed slightly when he heard the words.

He couldn't tell what pain was, so he simply believed the little girl's words and remembered this feeling thoughtfully.

He seemed so well-behaved that Gardena couldn't bear to continue deceiving him, so she naturally changed the subject.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Just lean on me and hug me for a while. Let me go when you have the strength."

Otherwise, she was afraid that her little brother's legs would become weak.

After all, she was in the church. She didn't know when she would meet someone else, and she had to worry about her younger brother's face.

The little girl who had eaten and drank enough raised her chin and felt that she was great.

Mias felt his body, pursed his lips uncomfortably, and finally leaned against the little girl's body, quietly holding her in his arms.

…

In the evening, Mias was invited by the Pope to discuss matters. Gardenia stayed in the room for a while and felt a little bored, so she simply went out for a walk.

The tall and heavy wooden door was pushed open, and then a small head poked out.

After looking around to make sure there was no one around, Gardena nodded and slipped out.

I left thoughtfully looking for the smell along the way.

I don't know if it was her imagination, but I felt a familiar atmosphere here.

Because she still looked human, she didn't wear a cloak, and only groped the shining golden wall with one hand.

After clenching her fist and knocking it, Gardenia couldn't help but mutter.

"It's actually real gold."

The people are so poor, but the church is so extravagant. This is just a small town, and I don't know what it will be like in the capital.

The little girl mumbled something, a little envious.

Even the queens of the vampire race are not so luxurious. Well, I will order the best coffin when I get back!

Going around the corridor, there were more guards guarding them. Gardenia blinked and wandered over pretending to be nonchalant.

The guards all knew her and selectively ignored her, only stopping her when she was about to enter a certain room.

"Girl, you can't come in and out of the church at will."

She yelled, not ready to force her way in.

After all, it's someone else's territory. Let's wait until we turn into bats at night to take a look.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the guard in front of him lowering his head in a certain direction.

"Saint."

Gardenia tilted her head and looked in that direction.

She was a young girl, wearing a clerical robe and accompanied by several guards. She looked inexplicably like a prisoner.