This Is Ending For Sure Chapter 3

Perhaps it was because the other party's soft and pleading look was too pitiful, or maybe Felicity was soft-hearted and thin-skinned, but after being stared at for a while, she pursed her lips and buried her face in her arms, holding out her injured hand, and gave instructions in a sullen voice.

"...up to 100cc."

She was currently trapped in the small space under the desk with her legs tied up. To put it bluntly, she had absolutely no way to escape.

If the Mr. Lu was extremely hungry, he would just hold her down and have a big meal without caring about anything...it is entirely possible.

But it’s different when you attack at night.

She thought that she could afford 100cc, and the other person had just saved her, so she should give him some thanks. Besides, waiting until the other person ran out of patience and being forced to give was completely different from offering it now.

What's more, this is a game.

Even this broken body has become much stronger, so it shouldn't die just because of a mouthful or two of blood being sucked, right?

Felicity's thoughts were going around in circles for several times, while Ludwig saw Felicity holding out his injured hand and muttering some short sentences that he couldn't understand, so he didn't dare to move.

He stared at the dark red blood winding and rolling in his throat, his needle-shaped pupils shrinking again and again, and it was obvious that he had reached the limit of his endurance.

But since Felicity did not give clear permission, Ludwig could only endure and continue to wait.

Tick.

A drop of blood dripped from the wrist, falling on the carpet and forming a small dark flower.

What a waste...

Ludwig pursed his lips and moved a little closer.

If it's all going to be wasted like this... then he shouldn't be punished for swallowing those drops of blood, right?

The pooled blood fell heavily, as if it was about to drip again.

But before Ludwig could lick up the nectar, he heard the clanging sound of armor rubbing against each other coming from far away, and a steady male voice came softly, and three or two drops of bright red blood fell off.

"Saint."

The knight who came in this time was wearing a blue half-armor with a white linen robe underneath. He was so tall that he had to bend down to enter the room smoothly. His short light blond hair was extremely neat, and his narrow lake blue eyes glanced at the room lightly before frowning and lowering his brows.

The dirty scriptures lying quietly on the crimson carpet said it all.

"Ludwig, did you kill the Inspector?"

The Blue Knight's already icy face became even colder, and his tough facial lines were tense with anger. He stopped in the middle of the study, his eyes were filled with fire, as if he was about to penetrate the camphorwood desk and burn through the new squire knight who was causing trouble for him.

"Stand up and answer!"

But after just a few words, the Blue Knight's powerful aura came over him, and even Felicity, a game player, was frightened and his shoulders jumped. He raised his face and blinked twice quickly.

So fierce...

This person was even more vicious than the head nurse when she didn't take her medicine properly.

Ludwig, who was called out, was not afraid at all. He looked at Felicity's wrist with regret and sticky eyes, then quickly put on his helmet. He stretched out his hand and cut the rope that had been bothering Felicity for a long time with his fingernails.

One night, he finally understood why Ludwig wore a full set of armor but no gauntlets.

His nails seem to be able to extend and retract freely like a cat's and are extremely sharp, which is very consistent with the image of vampires in most comics. They can be used as a weapon for self-defense at critical moments and can be retracted without affecting daily life. It is really convenient.

The red ropes that bound Felicity's legs and feet were finally untied. Ludwig helped Felicity up and took a step back politely, with one hand on his chest, reporting loudly to the Blue Knight.

"I did kill him."

After Felicity stood up, she lifted her skirt slightly, secretly moving her numb ankles while looking at the tall blue knight in front of her.

It was not until her tilted neck began to feel funny and sour that Felicity tilted his head slightly, took a few quick glances, and then quickly looked away.

It’s really fierce.

No matter how you look at that face, the word "inhuman" is written all over it. This person must be the kind of rigid and stubborn old man who is most good at following the rules.

"I want a reason that will shut up the Church."

The Blue Knight stepped forward, and in just a few steps, he walked from the center of the study to Felicity's front.

A shadow as big as a hill suddenly came over, effortlessly driving away the setting sun outside the window.

Felicity looked up at the Blue Knight's jaw, then quickly lowered his head and deliberately took a step back, only then was he able to escape from the man's shadow.

When she lowered her head, the Blue Knight also happened to lower his eyes.

Seeing Felicity making obvious evasive movements, he couldn't help but clench his fists that hung at his sides.

"Reasons, Ludwig."

He turned and asked again about the cause of the inspector's death, but his eyes were fixed on Felicity and could not be moved away.

The pair of lake blue pupils slowly moved down from top to bottom, like an eagle patrolling its territory, looking down from high above and carefully checking the situation of the territory inch by inch. From the saint's smooth forehead, the drooping and trembling eyes, and the slender neck, and then down... until a touch of bright red suddenly rushed into her eyes.

There was no need for words; the color of the blood and the marks left by the bindings told him everything silently.

"I saw that Inspector Victor was trying to resist, so..."

"enough."

The Blue Knight interrupted Ludwig's explanation, raised his eyes and nodded approvingly at him, summarizing it lightly.

"He deserves it."

Hearing this, Felicity suddenly looked up in confusion. What was going on with this sudden change in attitude?

When the Blue Knight first walked in, it looked like he was here to call for punishment.

She tentatively reached out and touched the back of the other person's clenched fist. The fist suddenly froze and trembled slightly, then quickly loosened the five fingers and kept adjusting the angle, bending slightly and then settling, as if waiting for someone to hold it.

---[Name: Arnold, Position: Chief Knight of the Knights Templar, Favorability: Full.]

When she saw a pop-up window pop up one night, she silently recited the name of the character and tried to withdraw her hand, but her wrist was grabbed and a warm hand was placed on her back.

She looked up, opened her lips slightly, and looked puzzled.

The hand on her back pushed her forward, slowly closing the distance between them. Arnold's voice was low and cold, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"The Saint was nearly killed by Supervisor Victor, and now the God of Lost has personally punished her, causing her to be reduced to nothingness."

After Arnold finished speaking, he raised one corner of his lips with some disdain, suppressed his sharp eyes again, turned his wrist and picked up Felicity, who still looked confused, with one hand.

"The Saint injured her leg."

Imperative sentence.

Under that rather stressful gaze, Felicity had no choice but to nod quickly.

Arnold pursed his lips in satisfaction. Just as he was about to hug Felicity and turn around, he heard Ludwig slam his fist on the desk. Ludwig, who had wrapped himself tightly, walked over quickly, his soft voice slightly out of tune due to anxiety.

"Impossible! I definitely didn't hurt the Saint!"

Except for the bite he made... Ludwig added quietly in his mind.

"She hurt her leg."

Arnold repeated patiently.

"Absolutely not!"

Ludwig refused to give in and argued with reason.

Sitting in Arnold's arms one night was really awkward.

To be honest, she didn't understand the current plot at all. After all, she had just entered the game and there was no decent background explanation. But she still knew how to read people's faces and act accordingly.

Although she was indeed not injured, didn't Arnold say this to exonerate Ludwig? By doing so, it was clear that Arnold was a good boss with a cold face but a warm heart.

But why was the person involved so tactless and stupid enough to emphasize that she was not hurt?

"Ludwig."

Arnold frowned, and with his other hand he touched Felicity's hand on his leg, and the action of loosely wrapping it in his palm was like the most obvious hint.

"I repeat for the last time, Saint Evelyn is injured."

"She didn't!"

Ludwig paced forward angrily, grabbed Arnold's hand, and quickly pulled her towards him.

"I will never let her get hurt, you short-lived ba5tard, let me go!"

At this moment, a strong hot wind suddenly blew out from the bottom to the top, directly blowing Ludwig, who was wearing red armor, away. The sound of the armor hitting the wall was dull and short, and the friction sound when the red armor slowly slid down the wall was extremely harsh.

Arnold snorted coldly. From the night perspective, the man's strong jawline was tense, and the arm that was holding her tightened a little bit.

"...How can an immortal species that only lives longer but not smarter have such a sense of superiority that it keeps clinging to the Saint?"