After this little scene, Irene was aware she would be in the spotlight; eyes gazed with scrutiny, fingers pointed at her, and mouths talked about her. The color of her blood... was red. Whizzing like it was burning, fiery red as dark as blood appeared, the flames danced in the bowl of small white bone. The color of commoners. It was not that they didn't have any powers, but commoners were practically half human. They only held the advantage of being stronger and possessing a longer lifespan than regular humans. For a royal descendant to possess red blood, just like her title as a royal princess, was unheard of. Irene's cold countenance still didn't change. Still as indifferent as ever. Confusion was swirling in her head, but she didn't truly care about blood colors. What she cared the most was about the enhancement of her power. The only goal of her life now was to get stronger. "You are a royal descendant." The king said after a few seconds of silence. Probably just like others,
"Do you understand now?" She tilted her head. "I am not as weak as you think I am."There was a kind of look Kairos had never seen before on Irene's face. It was one filled with determination, also indescribably stubborn. He realized that perhaps, he had never understood her at all."Do you really want to know?" The usually cold countenance was painted in complex colors, representing his inner struggle. After he debated with himself for a while, he sighed and fell back to his chair.Meanwhile, Irene waited, already making herself comfortable as she sipped on a drink she had brought. It was Reyes's handiwork. She couldn't wait to check whether she could taste it with her tongue again or not."Alright then, I will tell you. Remember that this is the decision you make yourself." Kairos said after a while. His body shifted, closing the windows and locking the door. For whatever reason she had chosen to hide the truth about her bloodline, it was still unacceptable to lie to the king."That
She reappeared again in the city lord mansion of Blackcourt City. As she walked into the hallway, she could feel the maids’ and guards’ surreptitious eyes whispering to the partner beside them. Her sharp, eagle-like eyes caught their prying eyes, which made them hurriedly lower their head or scurry away in fright.The news was sure very vast, to the point even this remote mansion had received it in less than a day. Irene’s eyes narrowed, finding the clown’s performance boring.She teleported to her study room and took a seat.“My Lord, Stefan Ferner brought news about the banquet. They will hold it tomorrow night.” Rufus suddenly appeared in front of her.She raised her eyebrows. There was quite some information in Rufus’ words. The little vampire man didn’t inform her of such an important matter right away.It should be a banquet specifically set for her to celebrate her awakening. If she failed to a
In the study room, Stelian faced the king. Solemness painted on his face, vaguely had already an inkling of what matters he wanted to talk with him."Sit down." The king motioned to the chair across him. Stelian did as ordered, slowly sitting down. His complexion had been imperceptibly tense, waiting for the king's next words."How is the investigation in the human world?" His eyes weren't on Stelian, but at the rows of words on the document in front of him. He was still taking care of the affairs of the vampire race, doing his responsibility as a capable monarch.Stelian was silent for a moment, his brain worked fast to organize his words. Even he was still guessing the king's intention."If Your Majesty is asking about Irene, her state when I first found her ... she wasn't good." He paused, considering his next words. "Her emotions seemed to be unstable and she was in a state of violence."He hesitated whether to explain further or not. Only in front of the king that he would have
The next day, Irene chanced upon Stelian, who had just returned from the royal study. With squinted eyes, there seemed to be something different about this half-brother of hers.His tone had softened a little bit. Nonetheless, annoyance was still apparent on his face."You should just stay here."Her lips curved, forming a beautiful arch; she rolled her eyes. Her hand raised, and she pretended to care about her black manicured nails. "That's none of your business."Staying in the palace or Blackcourt City, there was nothing different. However, she would still choose Blackcourt City, where there were fewer eyes on her body. After Stefan was stripped of his noble title, those people would certainly think twice about how they should act in her presence.In an instant, his eyes turned disdainful. He turned his body and began to walk toward the exit.Irene frowned. She couldn't just stand here like a lost child, so she couldn't help but walk behind Stelian. Unsatisfied, she widened her ste
More than dozens of wolves surround her, gnashing their teeth and growling. The ferocity was devastating, each swipe of the claws aimed at her heart. They attacked, forming a dense line; jumping, clawing, and biting.The presence of the trees didn’t hinder them; instead, they helped them to move with much more ease. Those wolves would jump at the trees and use the rebound force to fly at her with claws, ready to tear her skin.As expected, this was a trap. These wolves with various fur colors came to assassinate her.Irene didn’t stay idle under such pressure; her feet moved nimbly, using the short-range teleportation to evade each attack and stuck back.Her pale complexion made her seem weak as if a mere soft breeze would sweep her away; however, each movement of her hands and feet was cruel, with no mercy or the slightest hesitation. Every time she grasped the gigantic neck of a wolf, with her seemingly weak strength, its neck would be snapped off a second later.Those wolves had ma
"Is this yours?" The deep voice sounded again, awakening her from the sudden shock. Irene's pupils constricted, looking at the man wearing a slightly torn shirt, revealing his toned arm muscle. Instead of giving him a ragged look, it amplified the sense of attractive wildness. "What?" Her hoarse voice sounded, and a frown marred her forehead. This man's face was akin to a Greek sculpture; perfect and fascinating with sharp and prominent features. However, it wasn't enough to make her lose her mind. She vigilantly glanced around, making sure that it wasn't the second assassination. Then, her gaze fell on the thing on his hand, the sight that had sent her into a shock. It was a piece of bloody red meat, and the quantity wasn't small. If she wasn't wrong, it must have been the flesh of the white-furred werewolf earlier. The man motioned to her hand, then to her face. "If it's yours, I will leave it here." He put down the bloody meat and then turned around, walking away. Irene's
The aura around her instantly turned cold, and a pair of eyebrows tightly twisted. After she took a deep breath, the small figure crouched down to check the body on the ground. “Do you know who did it?” “It only appeared today.” He was identified as a male vampire, with a gash on his chest. The huge gaping wound was without a heart. His head missing an eye, and his mouth was bruised; all parts pretty much made his identity unrecognizable from who he was when he was alive. The only indication was the greyish color of the blood, which meant that he was not a commoner. The appearance was so strange that Irene couldn’t help but have doubts. For a moment, she suspected Nikolas did it but immediately shook that notion away. He didn’t seem to be such a person who would kill and not admit it. It wasn’t that she thought he was an honest person, but someone of his stature surely had his own arrogance. Killing and fleeing would shatter his pride, and the dignity of the strong power he possess
In the past, she had gotten used to acting and playing things according to her way, so there was no need to suppress her temper. Only did she toned it down upon arriving in the Astral Continent. Her cold mask was a part of her guise; the other half was a temperamental one.Seeing the familiar face standing in the doorway, looking cold and displeased at her small figure sitting on a soft chair, Irene didn't put on a pleasing mask. Sneering at him with contempt, she turned the other way.The two forces collided in the air, oppressive and overwhelming and the remaining people could only put an expression of horror, instinctively wanting to escape the scene."Royal Father is waiting for you." Stelian's tone was stern, there was undisguised mockery in his eyes.She continued to ignore him, turning to the maid who had shrunk to the side trying to reduce her presence and ordering her. "Lead the way."The maid was startled, instinctively taking a pee
The vague memories of what was happening when she lost her consciousness came crashing down like torrential waves, each scene so vividly in her head driving her mad. What had she done?The color of the pupils frantically changed to red. The unstable emotion was getting out of control. The man in front of her was startled. His eyes flashed as he advanced toward her. "You… calm down."It was Stelian's face!Listening to him saying such words from his mouth was so disgusting that Irene had the urge to throw up. She couldn't believe she had been in such close proximity to someone who shared the same bloodline as her.As despicable, as disgusting, as detestable, and as loathsome as she was, such a thing had crossed her bottom line. It was beyond all these words, the degree was immeasurable by words."Stay away." She snarled, the red eyes glaring at him with hatred. With difficulty, Irene moved her trembling body, the finger pointing at him, who had stopped moving all of a sudden. "Don't ev
Stelian didn't react much. The footsteps stopped, but he merely glanced at her briefly. Still, with the usual stoic-looking face, he continued to walk away, disappearing in his third step.Irene narrowed her eyes, a vague outline of anger visible in her scrunched face. It was just a test, yet the answer she had gotten nonetheless annoyed her. Of course, Stelian should know who she was talking about as she had a guess that the person must have been slaughtered somewhere recently. Suppressing the fury in her heart, she hastened her footsteps.The entire countenance was cold, and her body radiated oppressiveness as if she was enveloped in frost; whoever touched her was going to turn into a frozen statue. In this state her entire being was alert and in high sensitivity.Briefly, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, a pair of outlines of people appeared in her range of sight. They were such familiar acquaintances that she couldn't be more familiar w
Willa looked startled, her head snapped at the window, a flash of vigilance in the eyes that made Irene wonder.Irene stood up and approached the window, opening it amidst Willa's watchful eyes. The red, small bird fluttered in the air, then obediently landed on her shoulder, right beside the red rose. With a hint of doubt, she gazed at the little red bird, wondering why it seemed a bit unusual today as if it was intimidated by something. Its red feathers trembled slightly, and the footing on her shoulder was a bit shaky before it finally could stabilize itself."It's my messenger bird." The pleasing voice floated in the air, a hint of reassurance."Ah." Willa let out a small gasp. "Your Highness has a messenger bird?"She nodded in response, rubbing the slightly wet feathers of the red bird, and didn't let the bird spit out the letter in its stomach. The bird was small, its body length was around three fingers, but it had a space power. Quite a rare bird nowadays which didn't origin
The two high, mighty queens who were supposed to be above thousands of people; the most respected queens of the vampire race were doing something she least expected.She found that she had been in a daze a lot lately, most of the time thinking about how to solve her ongoing problems. But now, she discovered that she dazed off because she didn't know how to react.Queen Lamia's moves were very agile. The small pale hands clutched the pot, stirring it gently to create the dough. Queen Izora also busied herself with the stove, melting the chocolate. Seeing them like this, she couldn't just sit idly.Irene stood up, intending to help them. The remaining palace maids were already biting their lips or nails in anxiety, afraid that something would go wrong with the two queens during the cooking process. Even so, they didn't try to stop them, which was quite strange. "Just sit and wait." Queen Lamia saw Irene standing up and reprimanded her. "Don't you believe our cooking skills?""But--" sh
As a royal descendant, she was required to participate in special training. The first class she had that day was archery. People may wonder, why would vampires who possessed innate strength capable of smashing elephants into pieces needed to learn such an inefficient thing.The answer was that, for the preservation of their life. Every single second on the battlefield decided life and death. In case the power within their body was overdrawn, they could only remain to be a sitting duck then. If a vampire could also incorporate their force into the arrows, the result would be even better.Irene was calm as she held the bow in her hand. She had just launched an arrow but was missing the target. Lowering her eyes slightly, the long silky hair covered a part of her face, making her expression unreadable.This ground was available for high-ranking nobles’ descendants as well. Celosia strode forward beside her, the breeze knocking her strand of hair gently.Arrogantly, the daughter of the d
She didn't lose her mind. The incoming claw was severed just as the man's hand was about to slap it away, causing double destruction to the beast's body that its skin hit by the man became ruptured."I can handle it." She lifted her chin. The tone was slightly arrogant. It was unknown what came over her. The second time she saw him, something was blocked inside her chest.Then, a tacit understanding and cooperation came just as naturally. The two people's position gradually changed, becoming closer physically; their backs against each other. The attacks of the beasts were solved easily like they were swatting a bunch of mosquitos.Irene hadn't spoken besides these four words. Nikolas didn't seem like he wanted to talk much either. However, after time passed, she finally opened her mouth and asked. "What are you doing here?"Nikolas raised one of his eyebrows. They didn't stop warding off the incoming attack just because of the start of this small conversation. "It should be just like
The aura around her instantly turned cold, and a pair of eyebrows tightly twisted. After she took a deep breath, the small figure crouched down to check the body on the ground. “Do you know who did it?” “It only appeared today.” He was identified as a male vampire, with a gash on his chest. The huge gaping wound was without a heart. His head missing an eye, and his mouth was bruised; all parts pretty much made his identity unrecognizable from who he was when he was alive. The only indication was the greyish color of the blood, which meant that he was not a commoner. The appearance was so strange that Irene couldn’t help but have doubts. For a moment, she suspected Nikolas did it but immediately shook that notion away. He didn’t seem to be such a person who would kill and not admit it. It wasn’t that she thought he was an honest person, but someone of his stature surely had his own arrogance. Killing and fleeing would shatter his pride, and the dignity of the strong power he possess
"Is this yours?" The deep voice sounded again, awakening her from the sudden shock. Irene's pupils constricted, looking at the man wearing a slightly torn shirt, revealing his toned arm muscle. Instead of giving him a ragged look, it amplified the sense of attractive wildness. "What?" Her hoarse voice sounded, and a frown marred her forehead. This man's face was akin to a Greek sculpture; perfect and fascinating with sharp and prominent features. However, it wasn't enough to make her lose her mind. She vigilantly glanced around, making sure that it wasn't the second assassination. Then, her gaze fell on the thing on his hand, the sight that had sent her into a shock. It was a piece of bloody red meat, and the quantity wasn't small. If she wasn't wrong, it must have been the flesh of the white-furred werewolf earlier. The man motioned to her hand, then to her face. "If it's yours, I will leave it here." He put down the bloody meat and then turned around, walking away. Irene's