"How long are you going to pretend to be unconscious?" Daniel said, eyes fixed on Lunaryl.
Lunaryl's eyes opened with a faint tremble. A trace of fear and despair shimmered deep within her violet gaze. A bitter smile barely formed on her pale lips.
"Don't come closer... I promise... If you don't hurt me, I'll give you something better..." she whispered in a shaky, faint voice.
She was afraid that Daniel, like those other humans, would try to kill her and drain her blood.
Daniel paused for a moment. Then, the corner of his lips lifted into a smile.
Not a warm, kind smile—but a cold, mischievous grin.
He bent down slowly, leaned his sword on the ground, and waved his free hand lazily, like swatting away a fly.
Seeing his movement, Lunaryl flinched and shut her eyes in fear. Daniel burst out laughing and then stepped back a little.
"I'm not gonna touch you, idiot. That walnut brain of yours got a lot of things wrong," he said with a careless, mocking tone.
