"Yes, Lady Acier. These are the last two vampires in existence, period. You already have an idea, Vampires were always extremely versatile—from being good sex slaves due to their exceptional beauty, and vitality. You could go however far you wanted, they won't break. To great bodyguards with their natural power, and learning potential.
But, supply has ended, yet the demand stays high. Especially for people such as you, who have experienced the heaven they make your life. I took many risks to smuggle them here… I can't charge anything less than three million gold pounds."
"Heh, you always talk big, Sir Sue. For a person in your position, it should've been not nearly as inconvenient as you tell! But… Money is not a problem.
I won't confirm anything till I see the pair myself. It's not that I don't trust your words, but I just want to make sure they match my taste. As I need sex slaves—even if money isn't a problem—it's still a big sum, even for me. One is male and the other female, right?"
"Yes, seems to be a pair too with how close they are. Both are ready to die for each other, and when kept together, they always cuddle up. Surely, you can watch them for 'entertainment' too if you don't want to touch them." He said with a disgusted face.
"Hmm, no, I don't mind touching them really. It's just the church's propaganda, I could guess. But, the most important thing is… Is the woman pure? I don't want used goods you see—not from her mate or anyone. She's for my son and should only belong to him. Or we can check other females—I heard beastkins have a code for staying pure till marriage. Younger ones should be pure."
"Ah, no worries. Vampires genetically, and physically change when they lose their virginity. I can show you pictures of before and after of how most change. You can see a for-sure proof of her being a virgin. Staff are not even allowed to breathe the same air as them. I myself alone 'injure' both of them so they couldn't regenerate and escape, even that purely through tools—never even touching them. I can swear upon the Goddess' name about that. You will be over the moon after seeing them…"
I could hear the entire conversation clearly. 'Swear upon the Goddess' name? For something like this?! Goddess? ...What the fuck is this world?'
My breath grew ragged as I bit my lower lip enough to make it bleed. The blood cells on my face felt like exploding, trying my hardest to control the urge to run out of this cell and smash that man's head to the ground with my bare hands, over and over again, before setting him up on fire after drinking his blood. He was the one behind her pain.
The only reason I had to contain the hatred for both of them was… I needed to be strategic about it. I am pathetically weak with all these injuries…
With a deep breath, I cleared my thoughts, and used [The eye of Sanguine]—Two humans. Through their temperature's minuscule details, I could kinda make out their traits. One was a man wearing some sort of full body robe.
Second, a curvy figured woman in a long, flowy skirt, and a small hand fan that had a heater like warm temprature, placed in front of her face. It was amazing. How well I can understand the situation and see things from so far away with so many walls. Hearing it alone was impressive enough. And all this at just level one? There is no way I am dying here!
Turning off my skill, I sighed. 'It seems we are close… That possessive feeling, it must be because of this, because she's my… mate.' With fast, but calm steps, I walked towards the white haired girl tied to a pillar, sprawled weakly on the ground, the entirety of her thick thighs and long white legs visible due to the torn dress.
My pupils shook as I noticed her wounds. The blood wasn't flowing anymore. Was her condition improving? My mood became a bit better.
Cuddled with her?! We both are practically naked!
…Was I actually too harsh on the concept of transmigration?
No, it's not the time for that kind of thoughts!
I shook my head. Focus! 'I need to hide her somewhere safe before they come. She will be an easy hostage to take., and I am not confident enough to fight while protecting her.' With that thought, I extended my arms to gently carry her in a princess carry.
But, just as my hands made contact with her thigh and bare back, her entire body trembled violently, like she was sitting on a massage machine. It was unnatural. As if she was having a stroke.
I froze as my bones crackled with an uncanny, instinctive fear from her perfect face.
But she paused, and her arms wrapped around my neck. The fear vanished like it had appeared. All of a sudden, replaced with familiar warmth. What was that? It felt like someone else was looking at me through her…
"Lu—Luci… What happened?" Her shaky, weak whisper echoed in my ears. She moved her hand on my cheek. "Are you alright?"