"Are you only interested in my blood? I don't think that's a big problem."
Lilith replied respectfully; then, she reached into her chest and pulled a throbbing black heart with her right hand. "The heart is a blood-gathering organ. Master, please accept my heart."
Everyone in the hall cringed when they saw they take her heart out with her bare hands. Lilith, who had lost her heart, appeared pale. She did not seem to mind. Instead, her eyes burned with a flame. It was as if she felt honored to give her heart to Watson.
"You did well, Lilith. If I fuse something good later, I will let you use it first."
Watson was concerned with Lilith's action as well, but he remembered that Lilith was a Hell Baron with a bodily composition that differed from a human; that might not have been an issue for her. So, he did not hesitate. "If you do not mind, Lilith, may I utilize your bone marrow as well?"
"Of course, Master."
