Chapter 77: My Master.

Victor stopped drinking Scathach's blood when he felt satisfied, and he licked her collarbone a little to clean up the spilled blood. Then, seeing that the woman was still drinking his blood, his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. Slowly, his hand approaches Scathach's head and begins stroking the woman's head.

Scathach's body visibly trembled as Victor began to stroke her head, but she didn't care, she didn't want to stop drinking his delicious blood because of it.

"Heh~" Seeing that he was successful, he exhibited the smile of someone who has gotten what he wants.

A few minutes passed, and Scathach was still drinking his blood; it seemed that the thirst of an ancient vampire was insatiable.

But Victor definitely didn't care, so he looked at the full moon of Nightingale's world.