The Mute Blood Princess Is a Priest, and Demon Hunters' Blood Tastes So Good

In the confessional, Hill, the chief demon hunter, bowed his head and confessed before Sif, the most famous priest.

(We've known each other for so long, Mr. Hill. You can tell little Sif anything that's on your mind.)

“Miss Sif, I've fallen in love with someone.”

(Oh? That's fine! Love is unquestionable, so just go after her boldly.)

“But she's a vampire pretending to be human.”

(What? ...Sorry, I think I have something to do. Maybe some other time...)

“Everyone loves her, praises her, and supports her. They call her an angel.”

“I forgot to mention, she's also a priest.”

Sif broke into a cold sweat. She felt like she needed to run.

But when she turned around, her wrist was firmly restrained, and she couldn't break free.

She looked back and met the demon hunter's clear, blue eyes.

“Miss Sif, you said I should boldly pursue love, right?”

Several years later.

Hehe, demon hunter blood tastes so good.