Lance shivered, his dim blue eyes gazed up at Donald.
His voice was faint, "Ah woo—" It sounded as if he was whining.
Little Lance was asking for help from his father.
Donald raised an eyebrow, "This is your own business. It must be settled by you."
Reluctantly, Lance turned around. He approached the servant's neck, licking the blood on the servant's neck in small mouthfuls.
Once cleaned, his tiny, sharp teeth, dove back into the wound.
After a while, Lance began to heal the wound on the servant's neck with his saliva.
In the blink of an eye, the wound on the servant's neck that was still seeping blood, disappeared without a trace.
Donald, watching this scene, his beautiful face showed a satisfied expression.
He was indeed the next king of the Rasambo Family. From the first day of his birth, he knew to feed and skillfully finished the aftermath of manipulating humans.
