I sighed. This position was perfect to drink an enemy's blood, but this one didn't have any at all.
If anything, my hunger just continued to grate on my nerves, and the thought that I'd continue to suffer like that for the rest of the floor gave me a headache.
I wanted to eat something. Anything. But there wasn't anything to eat, and so it was annoying me to the point where I started to grate my teeth.
(If I couldn't eat anything, then I'll just satisfy myself by biting stuff)
The stupid, childish thought entered my mind, but since there wasn't any problems with doing so, I lowered my head and bit the back of the skeleton's neck, pretending it was the neck of warm wolf, and sucked air through my teeth.
But against my expectations, while I was doing nothing but clenching down on a the
