Chapter 442: Manual on How to Take Care of My Lovely Vampire Servant

Charlie had gained a body of flesh, and for the first time she was truly alive, at least more alive than she’d ever been as a skeleton. Now she was a vampire, a kind of undead creature, at least as far as Luke understood. And with that came a whole list of new concerns that had begun gnawing at him as he read the system’s explanations: sunlight, vampiric hunger, and something ominously called a Vampiric Beast.

Could sunlight kill her? How strong was that hunger? And what was a Vampiric Beast?

The answers were right in front of him. Or rather, on the paper he was holding, Samael’s handwritten guide, proudly titled Manual on How to Take Care of My Lovely Vampire Servant.

“Master Luke…” Charlie murmured, voice small and downcast. “It was bad… wasn’t it? Me getting a body of flesh.”

“No, Charlie,” he replied gently. “You’re happy. So I’m happy.”

“Of course it wasn’t bad!” Artemis blurted. “Girl, you have a pair of boobs now. I repeat: a pair. Of. BOOBS!”

He didn’t silence the loudmouthed soul this time. At least it made Charlie give a tiny, shy laugh. A sudden knocking echoed through the room.

Luke’s eyes snapped toward her in reflex.

“Luke Moon, you’re next for the teleport,” called the attendant from the hallway.

He stood quickly and rushed to the door before she got any ideas about entering. He cracked it open just enough to see her standing there.

“Sorry for the delay. I was just waking up,” he said.

“No problem at all. Would you like me to reserve your spot? If you’re tired or would like to continue enjoying our courtesy rooms, you can delay your teleport.”

He hesitated, thinking immediately of Charlie.

“How long can I postpone it?” he asked.

Until he understood her situation, fully, he couldn’t leave. He needed to know whether exposing her to sunlight would make her turn to ash the moment he summoned her outside his soul.

After talking with the attendant, he learned that as a VIP he could delay teleportation for up to a week while continuing to use the room without issue. Convenient, he only needed a few more hours anyway.

Once she walked away, Luke slipped the Rank skill onto her just in case, waiting until she was well out of range. Only then did he return to Charlie.

“Charlie,” he said softly.

Her innocent red eyes lifted to his, worried but undeniably happy. Being here in flesh and bone, with him, seemed to override every other fear.

“First thing’s first,” he said, turning his gaze aside. “We need to fix your… clothes situation. Or, well, your complete lack of them.”

He called out mentally, “Angie, can I pull the adventurer outfit from your inventory?”

‘Of course, lord Luke’, she answered.

Luke transferred the set directly into Charlie’s inventory.

“What are you doing, Luke!?” Artemis screeched. “This is a crime! I demand to see everything!”

The outfit materialized on Charlie instantly, fully adjusted to her new feminine form: white shirt, brown pants, fitted boots.

“I I I can wear clothes!” she exclaimed, springing up from the bed with bright eyes. “Real clothes, master Luke!”

She spun around the room, touching the fabric, brushing her hands down her arms, over her torso, marveling at every sensation.

“Look, I’m wearing a bra!” she announced proudly, lifting the hem of her shirt,

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And Luke immediately looked away.

“Okay, Charlie. Let’s… try to control the excitement a little,” he said carefully.