Herbert's sword was incredibly sharp, capable of easily slicing through wrought iron.
Not to mention his fragile flesh.
A firm grip with his palm, and the flesh was directly cut open, with the flowing blood quickly running along the blade into the coffin.
Hiss!
Herbert's expression changed slightly, clenching his molars tightly.
This bunch of scoundrels, none of them are easy to deal with.
If they're not trying to take a bite out of me, they're trying to drown me, and now they want to suck my blood.
Not a single good person among them!
This is too much; you all forced me into this!
Since you're heartless, don't blame me for being unjust.
"Blood, I've given it to you!"
Herbert's expression twisted slightly from the intense pain in his palm, but he didn't scream. Instead, he forced a grin while gritting his teeth and said:
"Please, don't, hold back with me…"
Hold back?
Eliza found it hard to understand this young man's thinking.
What exactly are you saying?
