"It's fine, i'm already dying from a different matter, and I couldn't let Blanche suffer." She replied nonchalantly.
I was already aware of her disregard for her own life from the novel, yet it still surprised me.
"Give me your hand," I told her.
"…why?"
"I need to check your condition, quickly."
"…ok," she slowly raised her hand out of the veil of darkness and placed it in mine.
Pure, and pale white slender fingers, yet as soft as they were they carried a coldness unlike any other. I spread my Mana into her body and checked its condition slowly.
"You know, you're the first man other than my father to ever so much as touch the hem of my dress," She suddenly said.
"That's a win for me then. What's your name?" I replied.
Of course I already knew it from the novel but she was a very meticuluous woman that would be unsettled if I said it out of nowhere.
"Natalya Elena Aminoff." She replied.