Manhed with rage, her fury boiling over as she struggled to sh out, to unleash her wrath. But this cursed restraint was holding her back, immobilizing her.

  She tried to break free, but her efforts were in vain.

  She gred at the one who had summoned her—a low-level human, weak and pitiful. How could such a miserable creature dare to call her? And to make matters worse, because of his pathetic level, Manna herself had been forced to drop in power, losing much of what made her formidable.

  She growled, still thrashing and rebelling, her eyes fixed on the foolish man. What was he doing? How could he have mao summon Lords from another world at su early phase? And on this barren, dry isnd of all pces!

  Man fighting against the restraints, her frustration mounting.

  What were they doing over there? And why did it smell so good?

  Roar!

  She could feel her strength starting to fade. After spending aire day uhe harsh sunlight, her energy was dwindling. The summoniy had left her weak, a mere shadow of her usual self. And it was all because of that stupid human!

  Wait, what is that aroma? It smells delicious. Meat? But no, she was hungry for something else. She needed blood. Rich, exquisite blood, something that would nourish her, restore her strength, and accelerate her recovery.

  And there he was—the foolish human—walking closer, with that pathetic, miserable expression on his face. She gred at him with burning eyes, hatred burning through her like wildfire. She wao kill him, drain him dry, and then rip apart everyone else on this isnd.

  "Hey, I have food. You must be hungry, right?" the little, stupid human said in a disgustingly casual tone.

  I will kill you. Release me, you idiot, you— Manna raged internally. But all that escaped her lips was, "Hamu, hemu, hamu, hamu hamu."

  The man smiled.

  What was that smile? Was it the grin of someone about to die?

  “Listen, Ms. Manna,” he tinued, “I have no iion of making you a sve. No, I uand you were someone important back where you came from. But fate has brought us together here, so it’s better if we get along and work together. What do you think?”

  Stop this nonsense, you pathetic piece of trash! Manna screamed in her mind. I don’t need a weakling like you as my leader. You’re worthless! I refuse to be a subordinate! I am a queen! I am powerful!

  But all she could do was gre, her lips twitg with words she couldn’t voice, as the restraints held her silent and still.

  Urgh! Manna’s body felt weaker by the minute, her strength slipping away. She needed blood, and she now. If she didn’t get some soon, she might lose sciousness, and the thought of that humiliation burned inside her.

  She was used to living with a steady supply of high-quality blood, provided by her loyal subordinates. But here? She had nothing. And she hated it.

  Then, to her shock, Ats did something pletely ued. He stepped closer, rolled up his sleeve, and exposed his wrist. With casual motioook out a knife and cut his skin just enough to draw blood. Crimson droplets welled up, trailing down his arm.

  “I know you need blood. Take it,” he said. “But don’t take too much—I to stay alive,” he added.

  It made Manna want to scream. This little piece of trash!

  Without breaking eye tact, he extended his bleeding wrist toward her lips, as if he was trying to soothe a wild animal.

  "Here," he said softly. "It should help."

  Manna’s eyes widened, a mix e and fusion swirling within them. Her mind reeled. Was this human actually attempting to cim her? Damn it! Stop it! You trash!

  In the vampire world, this kind of gesture was deeply symbolic. one’s blood so openly was an act of profound intimacy, a gesture reserved for strong, unbreakable boher between lovers or a master and their most devoted servant. To do so without hesitation, without fear, was almost like a decration, a way te a personal and binding e.

  From her perspective, Ats’s gesture felt like a mix and presumption. It was as if he was trying to assert some kind of cim over her, to bio him.

  Every instin her told her to sh out, to tear into him, to drain him dry and show him what happeo those who dared to treat her with such familiarity.

  Ats’s wrist brushed against her lips, and the warmth of it irritated her. She wao push it away, to spit in his face. But then, the first drop of blood touched her lips, sliding into her mouth.

  What is this?! What is this?!

  The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced—so sweet, so rich, so full of energy. It wasn’t just nourishment; it was like a drug, intoxig her senses, calming the raging storm inside her. Her body trembled, her nerves buzzing with a sensation that was almost euphoribsp;

  In an instant, the fury and hatred that had ed her melted away, repced by a wave of warmth, a surge of vitality that made her feel alive, reborn, with just a single gulp.

  The blood flowed, filling her body with energy, like a spark that set every nerve on fire.

  This is... what is this... I want more! I want it from his neck, where it’s stronger, richer.

  But if she did that, it would be the same as admitting she was submitting to him, that she had willingly given herself over to his trol.

  No! I won’t! she screamed internally. But the blood was too irresistible—too sweet, trant, too fresh, too electrifying. She needed more, from a pce where the taste was even richer, even more intoxig.

  Her eyes glowed a vivid red, and in that instant, the restraints on her body shattered. She could move again, and she didn’t waste a moment.

  "I want you!" she growled.

  With a sudden, blinding speed, she lu Ats. Her left arm slid around his back, gripping him tightly, while her right hand grasped the back of his head, pulling him closer. Her faended, and without hesitation, she sank them into the side of his neck.

  "I want more!" she hissed, her voice muffled against his skin as she drank deeply.

  "My Lord!" the other trash shouted in shock.

  But Manna didn’t care. She was lost in the sensation, the taste of his blood filling her senses, overwhelming her. It wasn’t just sustenance—she craved it, she craved him, more than anything she had ever wanted or needed before.

  ***

  (Author’s Note:)

  So, Ats went from “casual diplomacy” to “intense vampire bonding ritual” in about ten seds ft.

  I mean, who knew bloodletting could be so... tender? ?

  I bet Edrik and Karian were just standing there like, “Do we… intervene? Or… just… let this happen?” ?

  I have a feeling Manna’s about to cause a whole lot of trouble, and I am here for it!