Mysteriously there is no wound on my fingertip.
All that’s there is a red mark like a insect bite.
As if ojou-sama had swallowed alcohol her cheeks are flushed and her eyes appear intoxicated and become blurred.
She writes on her mini blackboard while she is unsteady as if she were drunk.
“Though it was the first time, Lute-san’s blood was delicious.”
“I’m happy you liked it.”