“I would love to taste it,” the young female vampire brought her fangs out and jumped at the tall green orc, trying to bite on the neck.

If she were to get bitten, it would automatically be found out that she wasn’t an orc, so Rye moved a step to the side and dodged the vampire’s fangs, making the young vampire angry.

“No, you must not,” the vampire father quickly stood and stopped his daughter. “An orc’s blood is filthy. You shouldn’t drink it.”

“How do you know it’s filthy, Dad? Have you tast