“Your Majesties,” different kinds of voice from light to deep chorus from every direction.
I gesture with my hand for them to continue while Elric walks us towards the fountain. Blood is escaping from the perfect circle that surrounds the fountain, trickling out and following the patterns of bricks that cover the ground. This causes the blood to look similar like the complicated red threats that I have seen at the meeting with vampire nobles before.
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Elric slides his index finger into the side of the fountain. It is covered with fresh sacred blood when he pulls his finger out from the running liquid. He approaches me and draws a pattern on the right side of my cheek, though it is mostly just a random line. Without pulling his finger from my face, he comments, “The colour suits yo
