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The soft moonlight which cradled the forest barely penetrated through the thick woven branches of the forest. The dimlit forest was difficult to navigate, especially now that he was losing consciousness. However, Cidd knew he had to move. It wouldn’t do him any good passing out here. He had gotten careless during his solo mission and sustained an injury to his arm. It wasn’t deep, but unfortunately the blade which cut him was likely coated in poison.
The chilly air numbed his body, and he could feel himself losing strength in his limbs. “Haha… Coli is gonna to nag me to hell when I get back…”
His steps eventually slowed and he collapsed to the ground.
—Near the forest, a boy with a head of white stopped. He smelled the air… The scent of forest with a hint of human blood.
He recognized that scent. It was one of the companions of his good-for-nothing-lookalike who went by the name Haste. Intrigued, he made his way to the source. It was definitely NOT out of concern he insisted in his mind.
It didn’t take too long for him to find Cidd. He nudged him with his foot, but he didn’t stir. After doing a quick assessment of his state, he realized Cidd was poisoned… weak, but not dead. His eyes lingered on his body as he made his decision.
“Tch, pathetic human,” he muttered.
He knelt down and scooped up the limp Cidd with ease. In theory, if he slipped a few drops of his blood into Cidd he should be able to detoxify the poison. After all, this method generally allowed him to temporarily control bodies at his will.
Rejoice, you lowborn. For I, Haste Lenox shall dine on you on a second occasion.
He bit his own lip. It was blood that tasted of iron. There was no pleasant taste to it, unlike human blood. Lowering his head, he drew close to Cidd’s neck and sank his fangs into the tender flesh. The blood that flowed out held a sweetness that tingled.
After passing on his blood, he reluctantly withdrew. It wouldn’t do any good to suck him in his current state. it was more for Cidd’s sake, rather than his own. After all, human poison would have little effect on him.
When Cidd woke, he was met with the sight of the familiar ceiling of his room in Daggar Sicar’s headquarters. Surprisingly, he felt rather normal. Eligos informed him it was the other Haste that brought him back. After dropping him off he returned to Baron Royce’s domain.
“Once you’re recovered, go convey my gratitude,” Eligos remarked, “If it weren’t for him, I might have lost a good subordinate– no, family member.”
A few days later at Baron Royce's Mansion––
*Knock knock*
“Master Julius, you have a visitor in the reception room.”
“…Very well, I will come down shortly,” he answered the butler.
He placed aside his book and tidied himself in the mirror. A noble such as himself ought to be presentable, even if this visitor had the gall to show up unannounced.
He turned the knob of the reception room door. “What audacity! Who dares–” he was greeted with a figure he hadn’t expected.
“Yo! So your name’s Julius?” Cidd beamed with a mouth full of biscuits the butler had served.
I should have left him to die, He lamented.
“Thanks for helping me out, Juli!”
…I should have ended him myself.