[WARNING: This chapter contains R-18 scenes.]
"How is your magic?" Lawrend asked close to her ear.
"I…"
Hearing his question made Aezel's heart stop. It was something that had been bothering her. She couldn't help but look away from his eyes.
The excitement that had been boiling inside of her body disappeared in a flash. She felt cold and worthless.
"Hm? What is the problem?" Lawrend asked.
He noticed the sudden change in Aezel's mood. He took a step back and gave her breathing room.
"My magic is bound to my bloodline. I can't reach a higher level anymore," Aezel replied and her eyelids trembled in shame.
Her Master was the Emperor of the Undrasil Empire. She attempted to break the shackles of her bloodline, but it was too hard. It was akin to her trying to change her whole body.
"That's not a problem. I can help you. We can do a blood transfusion once again," Lawrend replied in a confident manner.
