My blood holds the power of enchantment—it can make any woman fall for me... but in doing so, it robs them of their brilliance. - Chapter 4

I liked the place because it was cheap, but now I have no choice but to move.

In the end, I decided to find another inn.

From now on, I’ll need to avoid crossing paths with the innkeeper’s wife as much as possible.

What she consumed was nothing more than a by-product.

Yet, even that had such an effect.

What would happen if someone were to drink the real thing?
“Getting them to drink blood will be simple.”

I could mix it into a meal…

That’s what I thought at first. However, I need to make three people, excluding Dolman, consume it.

Moreover, having all three drink it simultaneously isn’t ideal…

If possible, I need to ensure they drink it one-on-one.

This might be a more challenging task than I initially assumed.

I only have a week… If I don’t act quickly, the time will slip away before I know it.

After much consideration, I decided to target each of them individually.

The first is Saint Cecilia.

Cecilia is a master of healing.

There’s a chance she may have some kind of resistance or countermeasure.

For that very reason, I need to bring her down first.
Even if she’s part of the group that expelled me, she’ll likely use healing magic on me.

With that plan in mind, I headed to the inn where Cecilia was staying.

I stood in front of her room.

There was no turning back now.

This would hurt, but it couldn’t be helped.

I clenched the blade tightly in my hand.

Blood began dripping heavily from the wound in my palm.
Knock, knock, knock.

I rapped on Cecilia’s door.

“What is it?!”

She was likely asleep, judging by her irritated tone.
“I cut my hand. Can you heal it for me?”

“Ugh, you’re really calling on me, a saint, for something as trivial as a cut? Well, since we’re childhood friends, I suppose I have no choice… Fine, show me your hand!”

Perfect.

I felt a pang of guilt as I held out my hand.

Just as planned, my blood splattered onto Cecilia’s face, some of it entering her mouth and nose.

“Ahhh! What are you doing?! You got blood all over my face!”

“Sorry… It was an accident.”

It wouldn’t work instantly. How long would it take?

“Hah… hah… What did you do, Fudra?” she asked, her face flushing red as her breathing quickened.

“Nothing. It’s just blood, isn’t it?”

“That’s impossible… My body feels so hot… Fudra, you… Damn it… Heal… Poison Cure… No… nothing works.”

I shut the door behind me.

It seemed to be working.

Even her magic was ineffective.

This would be easier than I thought. I had worried for nothing.

“Cecilia, what’s wrong? Why are you acting so fidgety all of a sudden?”

This blood… Its potency is incredible.

Cecilia pressed her right hand against her lower abdomen and began shifting uncomfortably. Her left hand wandered toward her chest.

“No… I can’t…” she murmured, her voice trembling.

Seeing her in this state, I extended my injured palm toward her.
“Is this what you want?”

“Yes… Please… Please, give it to me,” she panted, desperation clear in her voice.

Without hesitation, Cecilia began licking my hand, her movements frantic and hungry.

“Mm… slurp… so hot… I can’t get enough… I need it,” she moaned.
“Interesting. So, you crave blood… Cecilia, are you a vampire?”

“No! I’m not!” she snapped, though her tone was weak.

“Really? Well, it doesn’t matter. Ugh!” I cut my tongue lightly, curious about her reaction.

As she licked my palm, I pulled my hand away.

“No! Please… the blood…”

“There’s more if you want it,” I said, sticking out my tongue.

“Blood… delicious… so good,” she whispered, before lunging toward me. She pressed her lips against mine, her tongue exploring my mouth as she greedily swallowed the mixture of blood and saliva.

“Mm… gulp… so good…” she muttered between breaths.

Her inhibitions were gone. Even as I touched her, she didn’t resist.

Though I could have taken this further, there was no need. This was enough to shatter her composure.

I gently pushed her away.

“Fudra… no… please,” she whimpered.

“Cecilia, you’ve been devouring my lips this whole time. Do you have feelings for me?”

“No! That’s not it… I… I like…” she trailed off, unable to meet my eyes.

“Then what? Are you just someone who would kiss anyone?”
“I… I’m not…”

“If you want more, take off your clothes and entertain me. If not, you won’t get another drop of blood or saliva from me.”

“You… drugged me, didn’t you?” she accused, tears brimming in her eyes.

“I didn’t. My blood is just… special.”

In the end, Cecilia broke down. She began crying as she stripped off her clothes and climbed onto my lap.

It wasn’t just blood—every part of me was intoxicating. Sweat, saliva, even semen… it was all addictive.
Now, there was no escape.

“Fudra… ah… Fudra… aahhh!” she cried out.

She would never be able to run from me again.

Watching her lose herself to pleasure, I knew she had completely succumbed.