"My son's almost home." Blood Slaughter could feel the approaching presence, his whole body trembling with excitement.
He could sense the location of the bracelet and right now, it was hurrying back toward their home.
As usual, he'd spent the day hunting in the dungeon, caught a few humans, and returned someone else's prey.
He found it pretty strange—letting a human go with barely a shred of hunting instinct left.
He hadn't even considered whether the human would escape and never return. Or, after that human gave him a gift with such sincere eyes, Blood Slaughter felt like it wouldn't matter even if they left for good.
Inside the detached villa, he poured his heart into cooking a meal.
"Is he almost back?" Blood Nurse looked up and asked joyfully; before this, she'd been cleaning the house nonstop.
"Yeah, almost—should be about half an hour left." Blood Slaughter calculated the bracelet's speed.
