"Uh... this," Lecan, who stood while looking first at his face being massaged and then at Agatha completely bowing, noticed a salad box lying on the floor, blood nearby which had dried, and the woman's hair was disheveled with her clothes covered in dust—like she hadn't changed since the previous day—making him momentarily recall how crucial her presence had been for him all this time.
Being in the line of succession within the Bloodmoon family and living in the mansion that belonged to his parents, he had gone through several assassination attempts.
Though he survived, he became entangled in false allegations from his fiancée, who had blamed him for something forbidden, leading to his banishment and eventual settlement among humans.
Due to his weak vampire bloodline, it was easy to control his thirst and blend in with civilians. Yet even after that—having already been betrayed by his own kind—he had lost trust and was consumed by a rage that boiled each day, propelling him to seek revenge for his humiliation.
His disease, which was rotting him, was one of the hurdles that made him doubt whether he would ever be able to rise.
Yet he kept doing all he could, and in those moments when he lay on the ground unconscious, thinking maybe this was the end of everything, this woman always came—offering something to eat or helping him in ways that elevated her image in his mind.
No, not love, given he didn't have the time to feel that—but more like a light one sees in the darkness. And right now, seeing her fidget like that while acting all strong in front of him made him chuckle inwardly.
"Hm, so, Lady," he leaned down, lowering his head to her level, given she was bowing at ninety degrees. He arrived near her ear before whispering in a calm tone, "I must say, you are beautiful."
"...I-I will take it as a compliment," Agatha felt her mouth twitch. Even though the man was definitely very handsome, receiving such a compliment in a moment of anxiety made her voice stammer. Before she could think further, she noticed the blood again and lifted her head slightly too fast.
Thud
"Ugh," Lecan's nose got in the way. Adjusting without feeling any pain and just wanting to see her reaction, he grabbed it.
"Wh-what!? Wait, Mister, I didn't mean to!" Agatha lifted her hand as she saw how she had mistakenly hit his nose, stretching it out in an apologetic manner, clearly overwhelmed by her mistake.
"No, you did it wrongly," and Lecan, with his hands covering his mouth, with crimson eyes peeking through the gap of his fingers, found it amusing how hilariously she was behaving—something he normally ignored or didn't pay attention to due to his relentless focus on his goal.
This was one of the rare moments he used to merely observe without paying attention. Now, seeing her more flustered and confused—and giving such a reaction to his words—made him want to tease her more.
"Eh? No, Sir, I didn't mean—wait, your voice!" Agatha suddenly halted in denial, confused and wanting to deny it all. Initially worried after seeing the blood, she had begun behaving in such a way toward an unknown man.
Both her turmoil began to calm, prompting her to realize that this man's voice was somewhat familiar.
No, not just familiar—it simply belonged to Lecan.
"What happened, Lady?" Lecan raised his eyebrow, a smile forming as Agatha looked toward him, squinting her eyes as if looking toward the sun while observing his face for quite a moment.
She instantly ran toward her room, confusing him, but soon came out with her glasses—wearing them as she practically announced it so close that he could feel her breath.
Onion and carrot—very bad stench.
But he didn't flinch, only realized she had just woken up and hadn't even brushed her teeth.
"Y-you are Lecan!?" Agatha, as if finally solving a very difficult math problem, taken aback, pointed her fingers toward him in shock—as if she had deciphered Morse code or decrypted some ancient civilization's language.
The surprise on her face was nothing short of profound.
"Congratulations for that, Miss Agatha," Lecan just casually gave the nod before opening the door of his apartment completely, turning and giving her way to enter.
She did so without averting her eyes from him, while clearly her gaze slowly drifted downward—noticing not even a single stretch mark on his skin and wondering where his chubby body had gone.
There wasn't a hint of fat, as if everything had burned away in just a single night—given how she had seen him just yesterday morning, and now he was like this.
"How did—" Agatha was about to ask, but as she entered, her eyes went toward someone inside the apartment. Just outside another door within, she saw a woman standing there wearing just a shirt, arms folded, as she halted—eyes blinking as she fell silent.
"A human female?" Velmira, on the other hand, stood there with narrowed eyes, glancing suspiciously toward Lecan as she heard how this man had invited a human female—most probably as food.
After all, it was natural for vampires to seduce women and then kill them, feeding on their blood until they were drained and dead.
She folded her arms tightly, fists clenching as she didn't expect this vampire to be the same as everyone else. Clearly disappointed, the thin shirt she wore stretched too much—so much so that a button snapped, spilling out the already full breasts hidden within, unsupported.
Her brownish nipple spilled out, her perky boobs swung before molding into her arms with the button flying into the air in slow motion, as in the background, Agatha's eyes slowly but steadily widened.
Agatha blinked.
Then blinked again.
Her face stayed frozen for a second too long—too still, as if her brain had momentarily lost connection with her body. Her mouth fell half-open, not a sound coming out, only her hand moving on instinct to cover her eyes, even though her fingers betrayed her, peeking through the gaps.
"Uhh—UHHH!!" she let out a strangled squeal as her entire face flushed violently, bright red from ear to neck.
Lecan turned slowly, his brows twitching upward in calm acknowledgment as he muttered, almost apologetically, "Velmira… your button."
"Yes, I noticed," Velmira replied coldly, not bothering to cover herself—her arm just tightening over her chest, pushing the exposed breast up a little more as if in deliberate defiance.
Her voice was sharp like glass. More than herself, she was worried about that human woman. "But it's funny how I didn't expect you to lure some innocent human for blood—"
"NOOOO!" Agatha instantly reacted, hurtling toward Lecan, who had his ruby eyes just fixed in the direction that was too vulgar to see—as a mature lady, she needed to save his innocence.
Jumping swiftly with both palms, she covered Lecan's eyes so that he would not get tempted and yelled, "Don't look, Lecan! You will be tainted!"