Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door. It was Lycus, who looked paler and thinner. He has puffy eyes, and his silver hair appeared lackluster. "Master… please replenish my mana…"
The possessive Vampire Servant glowered at him, "She's not your Master!"
"She is… from now on…" he answered, stumbling onto the floor.
"Lycus!" Ivory knew she was the reason why the lone Werewolf had become weak. As she felt guilt running through her, she told Sigmund in the calmest way possible, "Please… Please get out of the room."
"Hey… You promised me! So why are you-"
"Please, Sigmund… I don't have time to explain!" she yelled and went to Lycus' side. "Please go out for a while!"
Sigmund wanted to drag Lycus out of the hut and burn him alive, but he knew he couldn't. He was only able to clench his fists in anger as he walked towards the door, shutting it loudly.
