"That means... There has been at least another one, right?" Said Rayan. "You're much older than Milena. Even if her blood was used to conceive... the latest Holy Ones, you were the result of another transfusion from another Dhampir, right?"
Ora turned towards Milena, ignoring his question.
"Do you know what that means, Milena?"
The young Princess frowned.
"You think my blood was used to create... Blanche and… the Saint," she whispered with a dry throat.
The mere thought made her want to throw up. Milena was disgusted. Her blood was used... She was used like a lab rat, an experiment to create those Holy creatures.
"Wait. You think Milena is..." Said Rayan, baffled.
"It makes sense," whispered Milena, turning towards him. "Blanche appeared out of nowhere right before my father fou
