"Is it possible that our blood pact was formed?... When I drank your blood??"
Beatrice voiced out the same doubts that had been lingering on Kyle's mind, and he couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, unsure about the correct answer.
He felt a little bit different than before, and could converse with Beatrice much more easily now. However, that didn't necessarily mean that they had formed a blood pact.
Because of that, Kyle decided to test it out in the crudest possible way.
An idea popped in his head as he said,
"Attack me with the intention to hurt me and we will be able to figure it out…but please don't cut off a limb or anything like that…"
Even though he presumed Beatrice to have some common sense, he couldn't simply rely on that.
After all, she had lived in a castle for her entire life, with Undeads at that.
As such, her level of common sense should be hard to describe as that, to put it bluntly.