Chapter 2: The Rare-Blooded Saint

“From today on, you are my wife. The Rare-Blooded Saint, Fīene.”

“Rare… blood?”

Sapphire-blue eyes locked onto Fīene, refusing to let her escape.

“Your blood is what they call rare blood—very alluring. It has a sweet and fragrant scent.”

“No one has ever told me that…”

“Oh, that’s because it’s attractive blood to us ‘Vampire’ creatures.”

“Vampire!?”

The carriage began to move slowly, causing Fīene to stagger and fall into Oswald’s chest.

“S-Sorry! The carriage suddenly—!”

It was then that she noticed his true identity.

(His canine teeth are long… like fangs. And his eyes… are red…)

Oswald gently closed his eyes, and his original sapphire-blue eyes returned as he smiled kindly at Fīene.

“Did you notice? Yes, I am a vampire.”

“A vampire…”

Vampires were beings found only in legends and storybooks, and Fīene couldn’t hide her surprise at encountering one in reality.

“You have rare blood, and to vampires, you’re a delicacy.”

At those words, Fīene involuntarily swallowed.

It felt like the tension of facing a man who was about to take her life, creating a palpable nervousness within Fīne.

(So… I was taken in to be eaten by this person.)

Faced with the prospect of her future, Fīene’s expression became one of emptiness.

(I’ve endured many hardships before, and attempts at being taken in haven’t worked out several times.)

Thinking this internally, Fīene closed her eyes, recalling the past.

Deprived of proper meals, she had become emaciated, and noble suitors had rejected her, disgusted by her emerald-green eyes.

Another noble had poured hot soup on her when she couldn’t prepare a meal.

The words from those days echoed in her mind—

“Stay quiet and do as I say!”

“Do you think I’d be satisfied with a body like that!?”

“What’s with those eyes? Disgusting!!”

“Don’t come near, fake saint!”

Slowly opening her eyes, Fīene looked up at Oswald and suddenly smiled.

(Well… maybe being eaten by a vampire like him is just right for someone like me.)

Having realized something suddenly, she smiled as if resigning herself to her death.

“Do you perhaps think I believe I’ll be eaten by you?”

“Huh…?”

Gently placing his hand on Fīene’s bewildered face, Oswald looked at her with an exceptionally gentle gaze.

“I won’t do such a thing.”

Oswald softly stroked Fīene’s hair and lightly pressed his lips against hers.

“I won’t eat you. You can relax.”

With those low and sweet words, Fīene’s body temperature rose ever so slightly.