I raised an Orc bodyguard with my blood essence, but he only cared about solving the estrus of White Moonlight.

I nurtured a beastman bodyguard with my own lifeblood.

Six years. I loved him, cherished him, poured out every ounce of my heart, only to get one answer: “Don’t even think about taming me.”

During the Creature Uprising, he shielded another girl, leaving me to be trampled.

He was *my* bodyguard.

Yet he always left me behind.

He even used his scorpion tail to constrict my throat, forcing me to give my blood to save that girl.

He didn’t know that every drop of blood I shed diminished my life force.

He also didn’t know it was the last of my lifespan.