Will I?
Losa instinctively glanced at Furinjira.
In his eyes, Furin was a bit arrogant, spoke nonsense, occasionally burst out with profanity, somewhat mischievous, yet at times very obedient.
But what if there's no restraint?
Furinjira would become a vampire demon who would casually take lives, feast on blood, and regard human life as worthless.
According to the setting, if she fully unleashes herself, exhibiting the still-locked ability "Tyrant Transformation," she would transform into a terrifying monster with countless fleshy tendrils that pierce enemies, absorbing blood, and as long as the blood doesn't dry up, she would remain immortal.
How many would die at her hands?
"Have you made up your mind?"
Baldwin IV's voice remained gentle; even through the veil, Losa seemed to see a gentle smile on his face.
"Your Majesty, you're not much older than me."
Losa sighed softly, "But I feel like I'm conversing with a wise elder."
"Maybe it's because I'm close to dying."
