I don't want to be an elf!

Especially when thirst syndrome occurs.

Irene greedily sucked on the blood she had been craving, the blood moistening her parched teeth and throat.

As the blood flowed into my throat, a strong sense of satisfaction surged through me.

However, perhaps the idea that drinking blood produces pleasure is just a legend, or perhaps the type of vampire that Irene was modified to be is wrong. Apart from the initial stinging pain of the teeth sinking into her skin, Izayoi Miku did not feel anything.

This made her feel somewhat regretful.

About ten seconds later, the urge to suck blood completely disappeared, and Irene pulled out her teeth, ending the blood-sucking.

"That's it?"

Miku Izayoi's expression was a little strange as she touched the two small holes on her neck: "Why can't I feel anything?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

With her desires satisfied and her senses restored, Irene released her waist, relaxed, and lay lazily on the bed, saying, "Don't tell me you regret it, I can't give you back the blood I sucked."

"I wouldn't say I regret it, after all, you agreed to my conditions, didn't you?"

"what......"

After entering a state of clarity, Irene realized what she had just done.

Recalling how she had hastily agreed to Miku Izayoi's conditions, her expression turned slightly unpleasant.

You wouldn't...

She seemed to want to say something.

However, before she could finish speaking, she frowned, her expression turning suspicious, and she quickly sat up.

"Why is your blood different from other people's?"

Irene clutched her stomach, and soon fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She could clearly feel something contained in Miku Izayoi's blood spreading throughout her body, causing her body temperature to rise rapidly.

This was a power she had never encountered before.

It roamed through her limbs and bones, granting her unimaginable power, but at the same time making her feel as if her body was about to crack, with her bones and muscles aching.

Faced with Irene's sudden question, Izayoi Miku tilted her head in confusion.

However, as the blood was rapidly digested, Miku Izayoi, who was still puzzled, also sensed fluctuations of spiritual energy on Irena.

"Could it be that......"

Miku Izayoi raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if she had seen something rare and precious.

When he placed his hand on Irene's stomach, the fluctuations of spiritual energy became even more pronounced upon skin-to-skin contact.

At that moment, Miku Izayoi confirmed her guess.

By consuming blood, Irene gained a portion of her spiritual power.

She hadn't considered this possibility before.

“It seems you’ve obtained my [Spiritual Power].” Miku Izayoi explained with a click of her tongue in amazement, “You can think of it as something similar to Stellar Power, only its essence is more advanced, so it’s normal to have some rejection reactions.”

"What should I do next?!" Irene tore at her clothes in distress. "Your spiritual power isn't going to keep draining my strength, is it? I can't take it!"

"Don't worry, you don't need to do anything. My spiritual power is only temporarily staying in your body and will dissipate automatically after a while."

Miku Izayoi stroked her chin, her beautiful eyes flashing with a strange light: "This is a completely new discovery. If you can obtain spiritual power by consuming my blood, then you will be able to unleash even greater power when using the 'Aosha Gong' in the Phoenix Star Martial Festival."

Irene's former weapon, the Blood Scythe of Destruction, was the property of the Lev Black Academy.

Having left the Lev Black Academy, she naturally could no longer use the Blood Scythe of Destruction, and instead used the Killing Scythe that Miku Izayoi had given her as her new weapon.

Stellar power and spiritual power have similar properties. An elf with a certain level of spiritual power in his body can resist her solo, and the same is true for the Star Vein Generation with a large amount of stellar power in their body.

It was precisely because of this that Irene barely obtained the minimum privileges to use the Killing King.

However, being able to use it doesn't mean it can be used perfectly.

The power of the stars could only activate some of the basic abilities of the Sword Angel. In the days that followed, Irene had been practicing how to use the Sword Angel, but she was completely unable to unleash its full potential.

However, by a stroke of luck, Irene can now temporarily obtain a portion of Miku Izayoi's spiritual power through blood-drinking, which undoubtedly solves the problem of not being able to effectively use the Slaughtering King.

Furthermore, if she drinks more blood and raises her spiritual power to a certain level, she might even be able to use the final sword.

Miku Izayoi is in a good mood.

This will greatly increase the chances of winning the Phoenix Star Martial Arts Festival.

"Forget about the Star Martial Festival, I feel like I'm going to crack before I even participate in it, you have to think of something!"

The spiritual energy coursing through her body made Irene feel extremely uncomfortable. The throbbing pain in her body and the feverish temperature forced her to take off her already meager clothing in order to expose more of her skin to the air.

"The solution? The solution is simple: just expel the spiritual energy."

"Can it be expelled? Please! Help me expel it quickly!"

"Okay, you said it yourself."

Miku Izayoi smiled meaningfully.

She got out of bed and went to the bedside table.

She opened the cabinet and took something out.

Looking at the long, thick, thin metal rod in Miku Izayoi's hand, Irena felt a strong sense of foreboding.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, just lie still and I'll help you expel the spiritual energy."

"You can line up, but what is that thing in your hand?!"

With a broad smile, Miku Yosuke pressed the switch on the metal bar.

And so, under Irene's terrified gaze, the smooth, shiny metal rod began to vibrate.

Irene felt her heart tremble.

"You mean this?"

Miku Yushou smiled and narrowed her eyes, taking steps closer to Irene, who was cornered at the head of the bed with nowhere to retreat.

"This is a magical tool that we'll be using in a little while."

Chapter 47 It seems I've arrived at the wrong time.

Priscilla rushed back to her dormitory with a worried expression.

After receiving a call for help from her sister, she didn't even bother to buy the remaining groceries.

She had only bought half of the items when she hurriedly hailed a taxi, wanting to get back as quickly as possible.

As the younger sister, she naturally knew whether her older sister would develop a vampire urge due to blood thirst.

In the past, when Irene had a vampiric urge, if it was weak, she would just endure it; if it was stronger, she would usually ask her for help.

Priscilla did not resist, just as her sister loved her, she loved her sister just as much.

She would never refuse to help if she could.

However, judging from Irene's tone this time, the urge to suck blood seemed to be very strong.

Priscilla had never heard her sister's voice sound so pained and wretched.

Therefore, she was very worried about Irene's condition.

If Irene could humble herself and ask Miku Izayoi to let her suck her blood, then Priscilla would have nothing to worry about.

After all, her older sister has always been very generous and has helped her a lot at the academy these days.

But for some reason, Irene was very wary of Miku Izayoi, and every time the two of them came into contact, it was as if she was on guard against something.

At least in Priscilla's eyes, although the two lived together and had some secret agreement, their relationship was not actually that good.

This once made her feel very regretful.

My older sister is such a good person, but she just can't understand.

Even when she talks about Miku Izayoi's good points in front of Irene, her older sister will be very hostile.

Caught between her beloved family and her idol, Priscilla genuinely hopes that their relationship can improve.

Whenever she thinks of this, Priscilla can't help but sigh.

About forty minutes later, she returned to her dormitory.

The taxi driver was a very kind uncle. After hearing that there was an emergency, he immediately used his expert driving skills to shorten the journey from an hour to twenty minutes.

She jogged back to her dormitory, casually placed the bag she was carrying on the table, and then trotted up the stairs to the second floor.

Just as she was about to knock on Irene's door, she heard heavy breathing coming from Miku Izayoi's room not far away.

Upon hearing this voice, Priscilla blushed and quickly went into Irene's bedroom.

"Seriously, my dear sister, it's still broad daylight."

She closed the door, leaned against it, and covered her face with her hands, looking shy.

During this time, she also lived in this dormitory building, so she naturally heard and saw what Irene heard and saw.

However, unlike her sister, Priscilla didn't think it was a serious matter.

The truth is quite the opposite.

She not only didn't object to her favorite idol bringing a girl home for the night, but she was even slightly pleased.

After all, if Miku Izayoi likes girls and has no interest in boys, it means that Miku Izayoi will not leave the stage in the future because she wants to marry a man and have children.

This is good news for the fans.

Furthermore, the fact that she brings a different girl home to spend the night every day demonstrates that Miku Izayoi's smile will never belong to just one person, but will equally belong to every fan who loves her.

Or rather, female fans.

How loving this is!

There's nothing wrong with him, but his sister seems unable to understand this and keeps harping on it.