Lanling unsheathed his sword and swiftly cut his palm before either Verdan or Haruki could react.
The hand still gripping the blade was quickly seized by Haruki's firm grasp, while the bloodied hand was cautiously caught by Verdan.
"Lanling! Why—"
"W-Wait, Instructor, are you serious?" Verdan stammered, clearly doubting Lanling's actions. "Are you... really planning to release me for an hour?"
"What's going on? Do vampires exist in this world? You need blood? Why did you cut so deep?!"
The sudden splash of red on Lanling's fair hand shattered the calm Haruki had struggled to maintain. The turmoil in his chest sent cold sweat creeping down his back and the rims on his eyes instantly turned red.
Clang!
