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"Did she pay someone to heal you with their blood?" Ághata asked, raising an eyebrow full of suspicion.

They had just heard the maid’s story.

"Yes, ma’am, but I don’t know who it was. I think it was one of the guards… I was unconscious," she answered with her head down, looking submissive.

"What did he ask you about me? If you said anything…!"

"I didn’t say anything, Miss Celia! I didn’t even accept her offer!" she dropped to her knees on the floor, shaking, just like always.

"Calm down, girl, calm down," Ághata grabbed her hand before she could hit the maid.

"Come here," she pulled her into a corner. "Didn’t you tell me she was dying? It’s impossible to recover that fast, even if it was the blood of a strong warrior."

"Well… now I don’t know, she looked really bad to me," Celia avoided her gaze.

Whether her maids lived or died wasn’t something she particularly cared about.

Ághata sighed and thought about the girl’s words.

"I think we have a great opportunity here. That vampi