Gene felt that he must have lost his mind to have followed along earlier; wasn't guarding the convoy good enough?
If he could go back, he'd definitely give himself a slap twice.
But he understood that if he didn't drink, he'd probably never leave this room.
With a gritted tooth and closed eyes, Gene downed the cup of fresh blood in one gulp. He had thought it would be unbearable, but it slipped down like something smooth, followed by an unusual sensation coursing through his body.
Though he wasn't of nobility, his family was wealthy, and he was raised in luxury with servants to attend him, even having a carriage for longer walks, making his physical condition far better than ordinary people.
Nonetheless, he inevitably had some ailments of affluence, especially during his youthful folly when he indulged too much, leaving behind some troubles, making him somewhat disinterested in women out of a bit of insecurity.
