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“…I’ve sorted through the guest list extensively. And usually, I only use a small amount of blood mixed with the medicine. This time was an exception. Mrs. Pigment has helped me greatly during difficult times. This is not just a favor for a client. I am repaying a debt.”

Feeling the pressure that he might cause some kind of trouble if she didn’t answer properly, Elysia replied in a defensive tone.

She felt strange about his unexpected reaction. None of the other recipients of her blood had ever mentioned her sacrifices. Not even the baron, who was frantic for more medicine. Only Celian had cared for Elysia when she suffered from anemia after using too much blood.

He was the first to get angry on her behalf. He was the only one who seemed to express frustration as if it were his own blood being drained.

“Never do this again without my permission.”

Hadeon’s curse was something she had never heard before. As he bandaged Elysia’s arm, her eyes filled with tears.

She recalled what he had said earlier—that everything about her belonged to him. His words struck her heart. Did he mean her lips, cheeks, skin, and limbs were all his property, and she should not harm them arbitrarily? To Elysia, it sounded like he was promising to protect her. She wondered if she was entering the first stage of madness.

That can’t be true.

Elysia quickly shook her head, reminding herself of the truth. To this man, she was just a walking medicine cabinet.

If she expected more, she would only hurt herself.

“I think the bleeding has stopped now.”

“Are you a doctor?”

Hadeon’s retort to Elysia’s quiet mumble was scathing.

“We can’t just leave Mrs. Pigment like that. Let go of my arm.”

“Who cares if that old woman lives or dies.”

“Hadeon! That’s too harsh.”

Hadeon scoffed at Elysia, who glanced at Mrs. Pigment.

“She won’t hear it anyway.”

“Please, at least let me give her this blood-stained knife. Hadeon, please?”

Hadeon finally sighed and stepped back at Elysia’s earnest plea.

However, fearing what a mad beast might do, he personally placed the knife stained with Elysia’s blood inside the cage.

As soon as the knife was placed inside, the panther licked it frantically. The eerie sound of its sharp tongue scraping against the metal filled the air.