Another late night.
Just after sunset, Blood Mandala arrived—several hours earlier than usual.
Maybe the "treatments" had been far more effective than even she realized. Over the past few days, she'd been showing up earlier and earlier, like a diligent patient who couldn't wait for her next dose of medicine.
Unfortunately for her, tonight Veil didn't have time.
He could only tell her the truth: for now, he couldn't continue the treatment.
Blood Mandala said nothing. She simply turned on her heel and left.
But just before she disappeared into the darkness, she glanced back at Veil. The murderous glint that usually lit up her eyes had softened slightly, leaving behind a hint of grievance—like a child being unfairly denied dessert.
"Ding! Blood Mandala's emotions have fluctuated. Congratulations, Host, you've gained 1,000 Villain Points."
"Ding! Caden Voss's Luck Points have decreased by 500. Congratulations, Host, you've gained 10,000 Villain Points."
