A tiny elf, adorned in thin veils and emitting a faint blue light, carefully lifted a long-necked glass bottle and poured a scarlet beverage into a Bordeaux glass on the tray.
Matthew Karen's nostrils flared slightly as he caught a tempting fragrance.
The blood of a twelve-year-old virgin, an exquisite delicacy for the nobles under the moon.
This freshman at Jiuyou Academy sat cautiously in his chair, holding a glass cup in his hands, trying to display the elegance and nobility inherent to the Karen family for his cousin.
Across from him, Sir Friedman paid no attention to his cousin's sensitive demeanor.
Several small elves, dressed in pale blue dresses the size of a palm, gently supported one of his arms. One of the elves lifted a warm towel and delicately wiped the leftover fruit juice from his hands.
His other hand was slowly flipping through a black classic book on the desk.
A sentence inadvertently caught his eye.
