"
The door of the room pushed open, and a middle-aged woman wearing a white apron entered, holding a tray.
At this moment, Elise lay unmoving on the bed. Seeing this, the woman placed the tray on the table and said sincerely, "Miss Elise, you should eat something. The Counts are very glad you've come back alive. Once they're done with the recent sacrificial ceremony, they'll come to see you."
"Are you part of the Blood Race?" Elise turned her head to ask.
The middle-aged woman shook her head, "No, I'm just a Bloodline, your servant, Miss Elise."
"Don't you want to escape from this place?"
"Hehe." A bitter smile appeared on the middle-aged woman's face. "Many Bloodlines have thought that before, but without exception, they've lost their lives, or have been permanently locked in the dungeon, living a fate worse than death. I'm content to serve the masters in the castle."
