Zich and Joachim stood in front of each other. After inspecting Joachim closely, Zich grinned.

“Thankfully, you seem to be healthy, sir.” 

Joachim used to have a tall but freakishly gaunt appearance. However, the current Joachim looked different from before. Although he was still thin, there was some fat on his body, and he didn’t look as sickly as before. Zich almost failed to recognize him, and he was only able to realize the man in front of him was Joachim because of the long period of time they had spent together before Zich’s regression.

“I ate well and exercised a lot since I’m no longer in a position where I can live however I want. Ah, of course, it’s also thanks to that ability.”

“You haven’t used it though, right?”

“Of course. Even if I use it, it’s only to move my own blood. I tried using a bit of another person’s blood to assess the danger of my condition, but that was only a couple of times. I also don’t want to be a human who’s mad for blood.” Then, he added jokingly, “So, fortunately, there’s no need for you to finish me off, Sir Zich.” Joachim mentioned what Zich had said to him before—about how he would finish off Joachim if he became a monster in his desire for blood. 

Zich smiled in response. “Thank goodness.”...