032. Imperial Prince is Attending a Banquet -3 (Part Two)

This guy's nature was obviously clean and good, judging from the list Harman had compiled for me. Also, the way he spoke to me and also his reputation among the general populace implied that his traits should definitely align with all things related to kindness. I didn't really need to use Mind's Eye to know all that, but still, to be on the safe side...

[Name: Fomor Daia, count.

Age: ???

Traits: Blood sucking, dismemberment, black magic, currently in the 'thirsty' state.

+ Ah! Ah! I want so badly to behead every noble present in here and decorate them! Just how beautiful will the colour of blood be?]

Almost out of reflex, I injected divinity in my hand. But then...

"...??"

"What's the matter, your highness?"

My widened eyes were now staring at Count Fomor. I then looked down at his hand with divinity still being injected inside.

There was no reaction at all. A hand of an undead that should've burnt away remained as it was.