The mass production of Blood Dew poses absolutely no difficulties.
"Technical difficulties?"
Uphemia repeated the word, her lips slowly curling into a smile devoid of warmth.
That smile was as beautiful as a blooming rose: "It seems you think... Father has been too lenient with you."
Upon hearing the term "Father," Asmond's expression instantly turned serious.
"Wait, Uphemia, I think there may be some misunderstanding between us..."
The Blood Tear Duke tried to ease the atmosphere, but his words were ruthlessly interrupted by Uphemia.
"There's no misunderstanding."
The White-haired Witch took out the familiar blood-red dagger from her cloak, without hesitation piercing her own palm in full view of everyone.
Blood immediately gushed forth, but instead of dripping to the ground, it coalesced in the air into a bizarre symbol.
Seeing this familiar summoning ritual, Asmond's graceful demeanor completely collapsed.
