"I, too, am concerned," Alice said calmly, folding her arms. "In fact, I believe oversight is necessary."
Velra's eyes narrowed to slits.
"…Excuse me?"
"I don't believe I stuttered."
Alice's tone was smooth—controlled—but the faint tightening of her jaw gave her away.
Velra tilted her head slightly. "Oversight of what, exactly?"
"Of the blood-drinking."
The word hung in the air.
I felt my headache worsen instantly.
Alice continued, gaze steady. "You might harm my loyal servant. I will supervise. Do you have any objections?"
Velra blinked once.
Then she let out a soft, incredulous laugh.
"You lack manners," she said lightly. "Were you taught to stare at someone while they eat?"
Alice's composure cracked—just a little.
A ripple of mana flared around her, silver and sharp. It was weaker than usual—the Northern restrictions suppressed large-scale spellcasting—but the intent was clear.
