Chapter 8

"What? Isn't longevity one thing an evil spirit ought to be proud of?"

"I... I don't know."

it absolutely was to this point the lightest whisper that came from Isabella.

it absolutely was the voice of a woman of Raven's age, feeling entirely helpless.

"How previous I'm... I am extremely not sure."

"Because you lived to see you later you forget... apparently not. Then, wherever are you from... hey, where are your relatives and servants? Why don't you raise them...?"

"I don't have... those people."

"Eh? But..."

"Relatives... I should have them, however, I can't remember. Servants... I shouldn't have any. Drinking blood... you're my 1st time."

"Ha ---- ?!"

utterly confusing.

Ok, currently Raven may perceive why her blood suction techniques were, therefore, awful, however, the mysteries simply got deeper.

"But... aren't you a [True Original]? A royal-blooded Lady, standing on high of thousands of servants?"

"I don't have... memories."

"Eh?..."

"For example, once was I born, wherever I use