There, a vampire who had already regained consciousness was standing. With her hands extended to both sides.
Right between the Great Witch and Elsie.
Whether controlled by the vampire’s hands, blood-red tentacles were restraining the Great Witch and Elsie. It was a spell he had seen before.
Nevertheless, the man’s expression remained utterly emotionless. Seeing this, the vampire intensified her threat even further.
“If you take even one more step closer, I can’t guarantee the lives of these two…!”
“‘Blood Curse Magic,’ I see.”
At the man’s confident assertion, the vampire’s mouth shut for a moment.
Her face showed a slight puzzlement, but soon a twisted arc formed at the corners of her lips. As if it actually made explaining easier.
“…You know about it, huh?”
“It’s one of the spells mainly used by the Dark Church. It requires a large amount of blood, but the Dark Church doesn’t hesitate to grind up beasts or humans alike.”
“Then…