My Servant Is An Elf-Knight From Another World

Chapter 37

"Drink."

Bizarre couldn't even begin to describe it.

Complying without complaint, Irene stretching her arm out in offer, rolling back a tattered sleeve and exposing her smooth, red skin.

Very bizarre wouldn't do it justice either.

"Won't be as appetizing," she continued. "But I'm pretty sure blood from a demon can give you much more than a human ever could."

The ongoing battle from afar continued to escalate in ferocity and force. The grating screech of nails meeting metal, the crackling roar of a sea of flames - crashing down in an explosion of sight, sound, and smell.

The rumbling chaos went with little regard by the both of us. Amelia and I stood motionless, caught in a momentary state of astonishment. And I can assure you, it had nothing to do with the enticing aroma that had gradually begun to fill the air.

Irene. I'd be lying to myself if I said I wasn't glad to see her. On the other hand, the lukewarm feeling I felt when fronted by her gaze again wasn't a lie either.

"You - "

I didn't get the chance to say anymore.

An open invitation to feast had given Amelia absolutely no reason to hesitate.

The fangs that pierced through her, the shock that reverberated throughout her entire body - if there ever was any pain at all, Irene's rigid stare into mine gave no indication of it whatsoever.

Yet for all her show of strength, for all the effort to suppress her agony behind stifled lips, I could still see it even if she wouldn't show.

From the way her skin started paling to a lighter hue of red, to the way her tail began drooping to the floor, the shortness of breath, as well... just being a bystander to the sight of it alone was already hard enough to bear.

Then Irene collapsed to her knees with Amelia still clinging tightly onto her like a leech to a wound, and even then, she only heaved away a heavy breath and pushed on through.

It was like a brazen reminder directed at me of things to come.

I'm going to feel myself slowly slip away, feel my heartbeat slow to a crawl, feel as my lungs slowly suffocated. It'll be agonizing. If I were to get bitten, those things were what I had to look forward to.

I could hardly wait.

With a vocal gasp of air, Amelia finally flung herself loose from Irene. Her nimble movement as she scrambled upright, the lively glow in her expression as she turned and met mine... Clear indications of it - Amelia had made her resurgence.

"It isn't as bad as it looks," She said, reading into my thoughts as if they were plainly engraved onto my forehead.

I raised a dubious brow. "I don't think - "

Interrupted once again by a sudden piercing screech that had risen above the other tumultuous sounds of anarchy. Adalia had pounced onto Ash, toppling her to the ground and snuffing any chance of ever squirming free with Ria nowhere to be found... until she was, sprawled lifelessly to the side - her left wing bent over at an odd angle.

The blazing fire that barricaded escape was rapidly dwindling... extinguishing, just as Ria breathed her last once more.

Guilt lashed at me at the sight of it. Despair tore at me at the confirmation of it. Two against one, evidently... was still not enough.

"She'll hunger soon," was all Amelia had to say to me before disappearing in a blur of movement.

Sound came before sight. A shockwave that trembled the entire floor. In an explosion of rubble, against the shattered, crumbling surface of a wall, out appeared the sight of Amelia with her arm against her sister's throat.