Farming Grandmist
After getting Leon's agreement, Saresha's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Yes, my Lord!" she answered.
Shortly after, she offered one of her arms out before Leon sliced open a wound on her wrist and extracted several dozen drops of her blood essence.
"Considering how weak the Dark Fae Clan is, it's likely that whatever ancestral bloodline flowing in your veins have been thinned to the point of near-nonexistence. As such, I need to extract more blood from you to increase our chances of finding anything special in your bloodline."
"You don't have a problem with right?" Leon asked shortly after his explanation.
"No problem, my Lord! You can take as much as you need to!" Saresha declared resolutely.
"That's the spirit!" Leon nodded before saying, "Well then, I'll be taking more of your blood essence."
After extracting nearly a thousand drops of Saresha's blood, she began to feel a hint of weakness, but still far from anything life-threatening.