Mirena felt her restless blood squirming inside her skull.

It was as if hundreds of ants gnawed at her neck.

So itchy, so itchy, so itchy—

She desperately craved Hestia’s bite; she truly wanted her blood sucked.

But Mirena had no idea how to tempt her.

This unbearable discomfort overwhelmed her mind completely.

She couldn’t think straight—

This agonizing mental pain was her first experience.

Mirena Barlit.

In her past life, strict upbringing left her uninterested in such things; she’d never touched drugs.

In this life, she couldn’t even walk freely outdoors, let alone use them.

Yet now, she felt an addict’s cold-turkey Withdrawal Reaction.

Mirena felt wronged. She was the victim—bitten and marked as a Blood Slave.

Why must she suffer this excruciating pain?

She didn’t understand why she endured such injustice.

With hazy eyes, she looked at Hestia.

Hestia stood by the bed, arms crossed, coldly observing.

Mirena finally grasped what Hestia demanded—

“M…Master, M…Mirena will obey any command… any at all… please suck my blood? Or my head will go mad…”

Honestly, Hestia had never found a Blood Slave she liked, nor cultivated one before.

She hadn’t expected such violent Withdrawal Reaction from a slight feeding delay.

Frankly, she was startled.

But this worked perfectly.

It would teach the consequences of leaving her; the Withdrawal Reaction would become a psychological shadow.

Plus, this reaction would intensify with each feeding.

Eventually, even a minor delay would shatter this Blood Slave’s mind.

Thus, Hestia could keep Mirena Barlit—the Elf who sparked something special—by her side forever.

Since birth, she’d felt no interest in anything—

But seeing this Elf flooded her colorless world with vibrant hues.

Otherwise, why invest so much in one Elf?

As a noble, replacements were endless.

Yet Mirena’s unique aura was irreplaceable.

Hearing Mirena’s soft, angelic voice beg for mercy,

Hestia’s heart raced.

She slowly sat on the plush bed, arms crossed, legs elegantly crossed, gazing down loftily at Mirena.

“Heh, do you truly want me to suck your blood?”

“Y…yes… desperately!”

Mirena looked at Hestia.

Seeing her soften, about to agree, she blurted out without thought.

“Then kneel by the bed, kiss my foot, and swear loyalty. Only then will I graciously drink your blood.”

Her gaze flicked to the cold floor.

Mirena sat stunned on the bed. Such a perverted demand?

—How could she? She wasn’t a masochist!

Even as a girl now, she had dignity.

Let alone kissing her foot while swearing loyalty.

Besides, she hated Vampires deeply.

How could she pledge loyalty?

“Well? Last chance. Miss it, and I’ll just sleep—I’m exhausted…”

“!!!”

Seeing Mirena hesitate, Hestia lay down on the soft bed.

As Hestia turned away, feigning sleep—

That unbearable agony surged back, fiercer than before.

Mirena realized Hestia controlled her Withdrawal Reaction’s intensity.

During their talk, it hadn’t been this severe.

So Hestia could manipulate it.

But this knowledge changed nothing.

Without blood drawn, she’d endure this all night.

Thinking this, Mirena nearly wept.