Chapter 87.2, End’s seriousness
I’m starved of love. It’s only natural because I’ve mostly only had bad experiences when I was alive. I’m sure that if I could drink blood then, I’d be able to live for a month with one drop.
Senri is trembling. This is something that hardly ever happens. Her torso is slightly shaking and her legs are unstable too.
This is all part of my plan. Senri is always acting like a level and calm veteran, but on the contrary, if I’m able to make her lose her cool, my chances of winning go up astronomically.
This is my resolve. I will get rid of my pride and devote my best to fulfilling my greatest wish.
I say to Senri with a resolve not inferior to the one I had while fighting Rainel.
“That’s why, Senri, if you thought that you’d be okay with having your blood sucked while saying ‘I love you, End’, I want you to obediently let me catch you.”
“kuh…”
I don’t particularly want to show her the results of my training. I don’t want to win against Senri either. I want to suck her blood. I want to drink her blood while she tells me that she loves me. My fangs are tingling. This is undoubtedly a vampire’s instinct.
Senri staggers grandly, as if dizzy, but somehow recovers. And raises her face.