"Is this really the time to consider this?"
Triss said:
"The Lord himself is already feeding you. Want me to do it? I wouldn't mind having another Gold Stage offspring."
"Forget it. You're already tangled in a mess. This Lena, with five charges against her, is clearly trouble. Let me handle it."
Murphy shook his head, baring his fangs.
As he bent down to bite Lena's scorching neck, Miss Phemys, who was watching this scene, suddenly grabbed her magic wand with a serious expression and said:
"Ah, poor forsaken Psychic, sign this blood covenant with me and become a monkey furnace... boom."
Unable to stand it anymore, Triss karate-chopped Phemys on the forehead, making the young miss hold her head in a standard squatting defensive position.
"Act properly! Damn it, you're hailed by Lord Paryen as the 'future possible evolution of vampires' and a rising star! How can you get so lost in those silly animations from another world?
