The Creator God Was Enslaved by Her Yandere Sister

Nim glanced over his head with a disdainful expression.

——The only person who can make her treat her faithfully is the princess.

"As Marcy said, you are indeed very loyal to Nana. But well, let me tell you a good thing. About your 'Her Royal Highness'."

"——!"

"Ah, don't worry. Don't stare at me like that. I haven't found her yet, but I'll find her sooner or later..."

As soon as he mentioned Milna Barlit, a very vigilant look appeared on Nim's face.

"You will never be able to get Her Royal Highness!"

"No, we are destined to be united, Nana and I are destined to be united..."

"Humph--"

Nim turned her head away angrily, contempt and disdain written all over her face.

——What is destined destiny?Who exactly agreed with this fate?

It's just what she thinks it is.This man is really shameless.

"Don't you believe it?"

Histi gripped her chin angrily, her anger on her cheeks.

Nim had seen Histi make such an expression before.

——That is when she and Histi were fighting, she also showed such an expression.

——That is when she and Histi were fighting, she once showed such an expression.

Because at that time, Nim was questioning Histi's 'love'.

At that time, she showed an expression like this.

"Can you understand the feeling in my heart? Nana is the person I love the most in this world, so no matter where she goes, I will grab her and hold her in my arms... …”

There was madness on Histi's face.

While saying that, Histi covered her cheeks intoxicated.

——There is absolutely something wrong with this guy.

For Histi's actions, Nim can only give this evaluation.

In the dark underground covered with stone bricks.

There is a very narrow space here.

There is only one iron cage in the entire underground, and a certain orange-haired girl is imprisoned in it.

Her hands were squeezed tightly against the wall.

Bandages were wrapped around his neck and body.

She was seriously injured all over her body

Especially the bandage on the neck is still dripping blood.

She couldn't speak at all, and her lips were covered by cloth.

——Why didn't I die, but in this dark and damp dungeon?

She was very puzzled and just looked around with her big orange eyes.

The wound on her neck made her feel very painful.

The sound of gears turning came from the front of the wall, and a certain door was directly opened.

"Goo!?"

She listened to the sound of footsteps coming from above, and the 'clack-clack' footsteps slowly approached her, which was the sound of Lolita shoes walking on the stairs made of masonry.

The girl looked very nervous, and she showed a panicked expression.

Completely unable to understand the current situation.

The head is very painful, the neck is also very painful, and the wound is still oozing blood.

The slow footsteps are getting closer

She gradually came to the girl.

"Ha ha……"

It was a little girl in a Gothic dress. Her long golden hair was tied into pigtails at the back of her head. She also had a special headdress as decoration, red eyes and sharp scorpions unique to vampires Teeth loomed over her cute little mouth.

—Histi Arya.

The girl's name flashed back to Nim's mind.

She was very panicked, it turned out that she was not killed by her.

"I'm really sorry. Doctors are rare among us vampires, so it seems a bit crude to say that the wound on your neck is bandaged..."

Even so, she survived and didn't bleed to death.