"Blood supply..."
Sherlock murmured, repeating the words, and immediately understood Aiwass's meaning: "So that's it... saying it like that, it indeed makes sense."
"There are only twenty-four registered dependents in the Orleans' Count Mansion, the third least among the eight Counts. However, their demand for blood is ranked first..."
He looked at the "Blood Supply" entry on the data card, feeling puzzled: "But why... so few?"
—This is the number of blood bags they transfer from the hospital each month.
Even the Count of Orleans, who requisitions the most, only has a mere two hundred and twenty bags. Calculating at two hundred milliliters per bag, that's only forty-four liters.
And the number requisitioned by other Sons of the Moon is even more pitiful... the least being only a bit over sixty bags.
For these Sons of the Moon, it seems overly modest...
