A short time passed, and now the remaining sunlight began to dwindle—only a few hours until nightfall.
Elizabeth was still sitting on Zell's lap, on a tree branch above the ground.
Her face was still red like an apple, and his hands wrapped around her waist, allowing her to drink his blood whenever she wanted.
The cute vampire queen spent the past hour or so ordering little minions.
Demons were coming close, the number over 50 at least and with a strength far beyond those seen before.
Thankfully, the vampires of Elizabeth were one of the few units of Zell that trained daily without rest, alongside the Vixens that followed Cynthia.
"Be careful; they are Demon Knights," Zell whispered in her ear.
Elizabeth was the closest woman to him regarding the enemy. He told her each tier's rough strength, unique qualities, and how to fight them.
