7 deadly sins. reader

Chapter 5

A long walk from Tavern and having a million questions about how long will it take for us to get there we finally reached our destination, well my destination.

"For the life of me do not walk away in this area, just stay where you are!" I scold

And with that I turned on my heels and walked into this tiny shop. I'll walk to the counter and then see a merchant.

"What ill be little la- oh my my what is a princess doing here?!"

"Purefen blood" I ripped my necklace off my neck that had a little vile hanging from the chain

"coming right up, but just so you know I have some actual blood that's not fake"

I shook my head no

He sighed knowing that purefen blood wasn't healthy for me to have. He filled up the little tiny vial it lasts longer than it looked

He handed it out to me and I was about to grab it but he grabs my arm

" my princess I hope you know if you drink this you have a high chance of poisoning yourself" he whispered

"Trust me I know"

He nodded in response and let go of my arm

"Good luck, my princess" he said as I walked out

I scoff as I walk out "tells me what I already know" I thought

~ time ship back to the tavern ~

"We just got back and ban and meliodas are already drunk!?!?" I yelled

"Ughh, can't they be responsible and run the tavern...." King sighed

"Nope"

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A loud cash was heard; Elizabeth dropped another plate. I continue drinking my ale when the 'princess' stupidly cuts her finger picking up the sharp broken glass.

I eyes quickly turn and deep dark crimson red as I glance at Elizabeth. Letting meliodas catch a glimpse of my eyes, as I turn away.

I take the last drink of me ale as I feel someone grad the back of my arm.

"Outside. Now."

I followed meliodas outside, once we got outside his face turned to.... Anger?

"Why did you're eyes turn red didn't you just have blood?"

"I had purefen....." I stayed quiet

"WHAT!!!"

Yup anger, I was right. ~

"Do you even know what that can do to your body!?!?" He yelled but his face still showed that he was still concerned

"Yes..."

He sighed, walked in the tavern, grabbed a shot glass and a knife. Walked back outside and placed the blade part of the knife in his palm to cut it.

He clenched his bleeding palm over the shot glass; letting the shot glass collect blood. Once it was full he reached it out towards me.
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"Here, drink this"

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Ah!! I'm so sorry I'm a horrible writer and author!! Your aloud to be mad or disappointed in me I deserve it!!