Reincarnated as a Blood Demon on Terra? I've Hit the Jackpot!

At last, Lucifer managed to bring Ermengarde back home.

And upon arriving at the mansion, Lucifer had just remembered that there was still a "guard dog" in the house.

If it weren't for Warfarin lying in wait, staring at his blood wine cabinet with covetous eyes, Lucifer probably wouldn't have slandered this annoying Blood Demon.

Hearing the sound of Lucifer and the others returning, Warfarin quickly wiped her drool and leaped down from Lucifer's sofa.

"Reporting, sir! I have completed the mission you assigned!"

Lucifer's gaze swept over every nook and cranny of his house. To be fair, the experience Warfarin had gained from living for several hundred years wasn't just limited to her mouth and her shamelessness alone. Places that should have been covered in dust were now spotlessly clean. The insects and mice in the dark corners had also been completely eliminated by her. The entire old mansion seemed as if it had been reborn.

Perhaps, judging solely by her housekeeping abilities, Warfarin passed as a servant?

"Good Job!"

Lucifer uttered in a foreign tongue before walking straight to his blood wine cabinet. He selected a bottle labeled with the Ursus race and tossed it to Warfarin.

"This is your reward."

Lucifer never thought of himself as a vampire who liked to exploit people for free. He had not completely forgotten the logic that labor must be exchanged for fair and worthy compensation.

But it seemed Warfarin was the type to be given an inch and take a mile.

"Uhm… I saw there's still a bottle of Wyvern… or a Hippogryph one would be fine, too."

"Don't get ahead of yourself… Just this is already giving you more than enough face."

"Tch…" Seeing that her greedy plan had failed, Warfarin wasn't discouraged. Getting a bottle of high-quality Ursus blood was already more than worth it.

It was then that Warfarin's eyes finally noticed a third person in the room: the Lich girl, Ermengarde, who had just left with Lucifer moments ago.

"Hmm? And why did you come back with her?"

"Uh… the thing is, the meeting starts tomorrow, so I was planning to stay here for one night."

Only now did Ermengarde have the chance to observe the relationship between Lucifer and Warfarin.

If Warfarin really is Lucifer's servant, then for me to openly stay in the master's house like this… wouldn't that be improper?

Come to think of it… every time I travel, I always stay in a hotel or an inn. My mind must have gone blank for a moment just now, I don't know how it ended up like this. But Ermengarde didn't regret it. On the contrary, she found it a little exciting.

"Wow… Lucifer, did you hypnotize this little girl? Or are you actually a lolicon?"

Faced with Warfarin's questioning and insults, Lucifer ignored her. He continued to count his bottles of blood wine, checking to see if the quick-fingered Blood Demon had stolen any.

"If you're so worried that I might do something inappropriate for minors or something that wouldn't pass censorship with Ermengarde… why don't you just stay here as well?"

Lucifer wore an indifferent expression. This large mansion had been a special gift from the Blood Demon Overlord, who thought Lucifer would surely have many servants. The result was that not a single room had been used until now. Besides, after experiencing Terra's unique logic of lifespans for so long, Lucifer's taste system no longer cared about age. As long as they were alluring enough… no, as long as they were to his liking, that's all that mattered.

"Not a bad idea. In any case, my own home is the same with or without me." Warfarin agreed easily. Rather than go back to playing single-player games at home, it was better to find some fun here with Lucifer.

"Bring your own pillow and blanket. Don't blame me if you get a stiff neck or catch a cold."

"No problem. I can sleep in a dense forest. I just need a patch of ground." Although Warfarin was not skilled in combat and hated war, as a Blood Demon who had lived for over two hundred years, her physique was not something an ordinary person could match.

"Hmm…" But upon learning that Warfarin would also be staying the night, Ermengarde suddenly felt a strange feeling.

It was as if a third person had suddenly intruded upon a couple enjoying their private world. (Isn't that you?)

I was here first---wait, if we look at the timeline, it seems Warfarin was here first, wasn't she? Does that make me the third wheel?!

Hah… this… seems even more exciting?

As the atmosphere grew more complicated, Lucifer suddenly pulled out a complete blood-drawing kit and placed it on the table.

"Before that, Ermengarde, you go lie down on the sofa. As for you, Warfarin, stop hugging that stupid bottle of blood wine."

Some Blood Demons with higher moral standards tend to have some knowledge of human medicine. Lucifer and Warfarin, who could control their bloodlust, were thus experts at drawing blood. If one were to say which Blood Demons were unconventional, becoming a doctor was an excellent choice, and it also effectively helped avoid medical malpractice lawsuits.

"Are you going to do it? R-right here?" Ermengarde asked, reclining on the sofa. She watched Lucifer and Warfarin fussing over the syringes and couldn't help but feel nervous.

If it's just drawing blood, it doesn't seem like a big deal… but the surgeon and the assistant are two Blood Demons!

"The pain is only for a moment."

With that, Lucifer lifted the container he was going to use to collect Ermengarde's blood. But no matter how she looked at it, it was a wooden barrel the size of a head.

In an instant, Ermengarde felt sweat pouring down like rain.

"Wait, wait! You're not planning to fill this whole barrel with my blood, are you?!"

"Why not? I said I wanted your blood, but I never said how much." Then, Lucifer revealed the smile of a victor whose plan had succeeded perfectly.

Warfarin, who was standing nearby, understood instantly. She quickly pinned down Ermengarde, who was about to make a run for it, while pulling out a rope from who-knows-where and tying her up.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!! With this much, I'll definitely dry up and die!"

"Relax… it'll be over soon."

"I don't want that to happen!"

A blood-curdling scream that could shake heaven and earth echoed from Lucifer's old mansion, but no one paid it any mind.

However, in the end, Lucifer didn't actually fill the barrel with her blood. He only drew two vials from Ermengarde. After all, he didn't really want to kill her, he just wanted to tease her a bit. Besides, if there was too much of the same type of blood, the quality of it would depreciate.

But there was always an exception…

"Oh, why did you only draw this much?" Warfarin asked playfully, causing the already terrified victim to tremble even more.

This is bad… so bad. This place is full of crazy Blood Demons.

"Just fattening her up until she's juicier, then bring her back to suck again. It's unlimited recycling, you see…" Lucifer feigned a wicked laugh.

The pitiful Ermengarde, like a little wronged wife, hugged her knees and huddled in a corner of the sofa, trembling. Originally, she had thought of squeezing out a few tears to make herself look more pathetic, but when she saw Lucifer shooing Warfarin away while carefully storing her two vials of blood, she found she couldn't cry.

She, who had thought that her "optimistic" nature was enough to give even Fleamont a headache, never imagined there would be people even more extreme than her here...

Are all Blood Demons like this?

After taking a moment to calm her complicated emotions, Lucifer finished storing the blood.

"Now… we have a new problem."

Lucifer's words drew the attention of Ermengarde and Warfarin.

"Among us… does anyone know how to cook?"

"..."

Silence… was the song of this night, as silent as a graveyard.