Chapter 140 The Little Duchess's Greed (2)

Third Person's POVHer brows furrowed in concern, and her gaze fell on the second bite mark on his jugular vein which she instantly guessed was most likely left by Virelle earlier.

Her expression darkened as she recalled the sound transmission she had eavesdropped on in the clearing a while before.

"Hmm, what is this?" she muttered and cleverly feigned innocence in her voice but also laced with a subtle edge.

"A second bite mark? And why are you so weak, little Ethan? I didn't even suck that much, and yet you are already falling over."

Ethan's mind raced as he tried to come up with an explanation.

He remembered her earlier emphasis on the word "lady" and decided to play along as he pretended to be weaker than he actually was.

"May… maybe it's because I haven't eaten anything in over a week," he said in a low and strained voice.

"That must be why I am feeling so weak."

He chose not to address her question on the second bite mark on his neck or question why she had suddenly appeared on his back and started drinking his blood.

He knew better than to provoke her, especially when she seemed to be in one of her unpredictable moods.

The duchess who was still perched on his back, smiled faintly at his evasive response.

She decided not to press him further about the bite mark though her curiosity was far from satisfied.

Instead, she focused on her own plans as her mind had already started calculating how to use this situation to her advantage.

Hehe, little Ethan doesn't know that I don't have any problem with him having a relationship with Virelle, she thought as her smile widened.

But since he is so afraid of me finding out or acknowledging it, I can use that to my benefit.

Her eyes narrowed into crescent moons as she imagined the wonderful possibilities in her head.

This way, I can continue to get a regular supply of his miraculous, godly blood, and he will never refuse me.

Plus, he won't dare tell his master about it. It is a win-win situation for me. Hehe… Haha… hahaha!!!

The little duchess suddenly burst into a loud laughter and her voice echoed through the empty and vast throne room.

The sound was both playful and slightly maniacal which sent a shiver down Ethan's spine.

He wasn't weak-hearted, but he was acutely aware of the vast disparity in strength between them.

That's why every action of hers, no matter how seemingly harmless carried an undercurrent of danger in his opinion, and he occasionally shivered at her actions as he recognized the degree of danger people of her level of existence posed to weaker beings like him.

He knew she wouldn't harm him fatally but that didn't make her any less intimidating.

As her laughter subsided, Ethan remained tense as his mind raced to keep up with her unpredictable behavior.

The Duchess, meanwhile was already plotting her next move as her crimson eyes gleamed with mischief and satisfaction.

For now, she had what she wanted and that was his blood and his silence. And as long as she held those, she knew she had the upper hand in their unspoken agreement.

His mind raced and struggled to process how she had materialized on his back without him noticing as her presence was both sudden and unnerving to him.

Before he could react, the duchess spoke again in her voice soft voice laced with authority.

"For now, I will heal these bite wounds so that no one knows about them," she said in her matter-of-fact tone.

"And for your information, little Ethan, vampire bite marks do not heal naturally or even through healing magic. Only the vampire who inflicted the bite or the high and moon elves who are our worst enemies can heal such wounds."

Ethan was momentarily stunned by this revelation. He hadn't known about this peculiarity of vampire bites, and the implications left him uneasy.

But as he processed her words, a thought occurred to him. Hesitating for a moment, he decided to be honest for a moment, at least to some extent.

"Lord Altheria," he began cautiously,

"I request that you… not erase the second bite mark." He trailed off and left the rest unsaid but he was certain she understood his meaning.

The duchess chuckled softly and her laughter carried a hint of amusement.

"Hehe… You don't need to worry about that," she said as her voice dripped with playful mischief.

Ethan suddenly felt her warm breath against his neck again and this action of hers sent a shiver down his spine.

She ducked her head slightly and her small tongue darted out to lick the area where she had bitten him.

A tingling sensation spread through his body like rolling waves of energy, and an intense desire to scratch the spot arose in his mind.

Instinctively, he moved his hand toward his neck but the duchess's tiny hand intercepted his and held it firmly in place as she continued her work.

Of the eight puncture marks present on his neck, four of hers vanished almost instantly and the punctured skin regenerated as if nothing had happened.

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As she erased her own marks, her nose brushed against the remaining four which were the ones left by Virelle.

She took a deep breath as she inhaled the faint fresh scent it carried, and instantly drew her conclusions.

It's just as I expected, she thought.

It was definitely Virelle who bit him today and it was most likely in the morning. And if I compare this with the sound transmission I overheard, it is crystal clear that Virelle seduced him.

A flicker of curiosity crossed her mind.

How did she identify his extraordinary blood so quickly? Was it during the previous week when he was unconscious? Or does she truly love him? If that's the case, it's for the best…

The Duchess was well aware of the predicament her protégé, Virelle was in.