Chapter 111.1
The dust of our recent dungeon raid had barely settled, but two worries clung to my mind like shadows.
“First, there’s that guy who escaped the dungeon and came to us for help,” I mentioned, glancing at my squadmates. Most of them seemed indifferent to outsiders, but this man was different—he’d managed to break free from that dark place. How? That answer would have to wait until he woke up in the ammunition battalion’s base.
“But there’s something else…” I took a breath, trying to shake off the feeling of unease. “What was that insane regeneration ability I had?”
It still felt surreal seeing my wound close—the gaping hole in my abdomen healing right before my eyes.
“Wait a minute. Are you telling me you turned me into a vampire?”
Ariella chuckled, and her laughter only deepened my confusion. “Look, this is all a bit alarming for you, isn’t it?”
“I’m just trying to understand what’s happening to me.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “Is it the word ‘vampire’ that freaks you out? Should I call them ‘nobles of the night’ instead?”
“No, it’s not that!” I retorted, though I wasn’t all that reassured.