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If possible, Daphne also doesn't want to bother like this every day, riding a carriage to Library Tower.
But it's not known which family head set the rule that books in Library Tower are not allowed to be taken outside, even if the family head comes in person, it's not allowed.
Daphne has a very tight schedule. In a few days, she will have to take an additional Self-defense techniques class, which will further squeeze her free time. Currently, she can only spend about an hour and a half each day studying. If she takes another self-defense class, she will probably only have less than an hour to spend in the attic, excluding review time.
She rubbed her nose in frustration and looked at Lucia standing silently in the corner of the room, suddenly having an idea.
"Lucia, can you help me transcribe the books in the attic?" Daphne requested, "I'm exhausted from running around every day."
Lucia looked up at Daphne with a hint of hesitation, "But Miss, I am your personal maid..."
Daphne nodded in agreement and said, "Then could you arrange for two other servants to help me transcribe books every day and give them to me the next day? I know the books in the library cannot be copied, but I can destroy the transcribed pages."
Under Daphne's expectant gaze, Lucia nodded reluctantly and said, "...Yes, miss."
Miller quickly learned about what happened with his sister. He did not stop her, but instructed Louis, "The paper used for copying must be accompanied by a curse, so that illiterate but skilled servants can help Flora with the copying."
With Miller's approval, Daphne returned to the days when she could read in her room at any time. Reading takes a lot of time and energy. When she encountered something she didn't understand, she didn't dare to ask her brother and could only wait until midnight to ask Mrs. White during class.
Mrs. White felt a bit emotional. It had been many years since she had been so busy, apart from the period of two-party warfare after her freshman year.
Daphne is not a fool. After observing for two weeks, she also noticed the living habits and biological characteristics of those vampires, which were clearly described in the book.
In the morning, when she waited for Lucia to leave, she curled up in her bed and took out a small mirror to look at her own face.
Even in such a dark place, she could count her own eyelashes and see her violet irises. She tried to focus on her pupils to see if they would narrow, but found that she couldn't do it.
Daphne thought for a moment, then held the mirror a little further away to stare at her pupils, and sure enough, she clearly saw her deep brown pupils narrow into a spindle shape.
She really isn't a human being. Daphne remembered the "nutrient solution" her brother had been giving her to drink during this time, and now she couldn't possibly not know that it was human blood.
She felt a vague sadness in her chest, as if lost and despondent, and even cried for a while. Perhaps this was a bit melodramatic, but fortunately, there was no one else here to see her, only herself under the covers.
Just as the biology book says, all living things have a juvenile period, but she doesn't remember how she lived when she was younger, she has no memories of her smaller size.
The reason for this situation is actually very simple, she was embraced by her father when she was an adult or near adulthood, becoming a vampire neonate.
Daphne opened her eyes again and brought the mirror close to her mouth. She slightly opened her mouth, used her fingers to touch her canine teeth, which had always been a bit strange in shape, then gently pinched and pulled them downwards.
teethSure enough, they could be controlled by her. Under her deliberate guidance, the four fangs slowly extended.
Until they could no longer grow, Daphne lightly pressed on them with the pad of her thumb.
It may be because it was difficult for the first time, the skin on the fingertip was pierced by the sharp tip, and dark red blood slowly flowed from the wound.
She looked at the blood on her finger, hesitated for a moment, and then put it in her mouth.
Stimulated by the fresh blood, the taste buds on Daphne's tongue became active, and she instinctively sucked on the wound on her finger twice.
However, nothing was sucked out in those two attempts. She took her finger out and found that the wound had completely healed, leaving only a faint red color.
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