When Herbert awoke, he was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.
"..."
Did I travel again?
No, the patterns on this ceiling seem a bit familiar.
"Child, you are awake."
A compassionate voice came from beside him; Herbert slowly sat up and saw the Archbishop seated cross-legged, gazing at him kindly.
"How do you feel now?"
"I..."
Upon hearing this, Herbert raised his hand, instinctively wanting to scratch his head, but midway, he stopped and squinted his eyes.
"What is this!?"
Although he didn't hear any noise, upon seeing his dazzling arm, a voice instinctively echoed in Herbert's mind.
BlingBling——
Damn.
Such a shiny arm!
The golden Holy Mark that was originally only on the back of his hand had now spread across his entire arm, and the Divine Power in his body, initially quite weak, had expanded more than tenfold!
Herbert had a feeling that if he gave his Holy Blood to Eliza again, he might just burn that lousy vampire to death.
This is no exaggeration.
