Angela greeted Kim Jin-Woo immediately as if she had been waiting for him. She looked deathly exhausted, as if she were suffering from a serious illness, and her hands propped up her tired cheeks. She remarked, “I’m looking quite unsightly, am I? I couldn’t help it, since I was too busy preparing for the ritual.” In response, Kim Jin-Woo asked what had happened while looking at her.

“Before filling myself up with the True Bloodline, I have to empty myself of all the old blood within me,” Angela answered with a sad expression, adding that she would have loved to draw out all the old blood inside her if she could, but she couldn’t risk her own life doing so.

“Do you really have to go this far?” Kim Jin-Woo asked. Was the True Bloodline so great that she had to risk her own life? He shook his head as he looked at Angela, who looked as dazzling as ever despite her sickly appearance.

“If Master were blind, how far would you go to regain your eyesight?” Angela asked. Kim Jin-Woo found himself unable to answer that question. All he could vaguely feel was the desperation behind her question.

“For me, that’s what the True Bloodline is to me. Fake becoming real. No longer having to be a parasite that latches onto the lives of others. Being able to see the world through...