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My Lord doesn't speak words of love unnecessarily, unlike I do. But this is the only time he calls me by my former human name, and whispers me his love with sweet sound. It was as if he could see that I was eagerly awaiting it.
"──You shouldn't get up yet. Sorry, the taste was so nostalgic that I took too much."
"...Never mind, it was my wish. But, for a top-billed socialite to have such a taste for blood of recluse... you're quite a curious fellow..."
"It's not because recluse. ──It's because you."