Alice and Malin had met a different kind of vampire before, one who likely obtained her abilities from the Transcendent Sequence. Because of this, the few drops of Malin's blood had only caused her some discomfort.
If it were the kind of vampire from Parol City, they wouldn't even need fresh blood; a mere direct gaze from Malin would force them to undergo a deadly judgment.
Any vampire that failed to withstand Malin's direct gaze would be ignited by holy flames — having slain that Evil God, these mere riffraff were nothing but chickens and dogs in Malin's eyes.
Even those unafraid of direct gazing, the four World Tree Saplings were enough to teach them what judgment meant.
It was for this reason that Malin tolerated Alice's provocation with a more indulgent attitude — sixteen years old, merely the age a half-blood elf child ought to be.
Considering the girl's nature wasn't bad, a light punishment would suffice.
