Irene could still hear Stefan saying a series of words to Rufus, and her brain seemed to process them too slowly. However, she vaguely still understand what he intended to do.
Her eyelashes trembled as another wave of pain wracked her body. She was gasping, breathing hard. If she was not in the middle of completely transforming into a pureblood vampire, perhaps her body would have been drenched with cold sweat at the moment.
She forcibly endured staying conscious.
"Her Highness is busy. Go back, I will call you when she is ready." The stern words were uttered by Rufus, standing straight in front of the door, blocking Stefan and his people. His whole body exuded extreme coldness.
"This is a message from His Majesty. Do you dare to ignore it?" Stefan insisted, his head was raised high. The people behind him, mansion guards, and some maids seemed to reveal the look of approval even though they didn't voice their opinions.
Rufus' brows knitted together. He still didn't back down. "You don't need to make so much fuss by bringing so many people. I will inform Her Highness later."
He was never good at hiding his expression; the frown marred his forehead, his lips pursed together, and his eyes were sharp. The color of displeased countenance painted his face.
"Why don't you call her to come out?" Stefan suggested. "Besides, I have a good intention here. I am bringing them so that they can serve her. They are the newly picked guards and maids. The Princess doesn't have personal guards and maids, she should have picked some from this batch of a good seedling."
Rufus wouldn't believe his nonsense. Wasn't that just planting a spy beside Irene?
"Go back later," Rufus repeated his earlier words, not patient enough to deal with this vermin. Irene must have heard the unpleasant noises just now, and it must have disturbed her.
At this moment, nothing matter more than Irene's condition. This kind of little thing usually was something insignificant for her to deal with; however, her state currently wasn't good.
Stefan seemed to have a whiff that something wasn't right. He took a step back, his hand waving to the door of the study. In his loud voice, he shouted with all of his self-righteousness. "Open the door."
Two guards stepped forward, causing Rufus' face to become gloomy.
Stefan knew that as a former elite commander, Rufus' strength wasn't weak. Two guards would soon be solved with ease.
He snorted, his eyes narrowed as the accusing words pointed to Rufus. "Who knows what did you do to the Princess? Are you doing something terrible to her that you said she is unable to come out?"
Rufus was a trained person after all, and he had dealt with a lot of things. Even when enduring such unpleasant words, he didn't immediately lash out. His priority was to chase this group of pests away so as not to bother Irene. Still, Stefan's words had crossed the line. He was insinuating something about Irene's relationship with him, and if those words were to spread, who knows what kind of distorted stories it would become in the mouth of those so-called nobles.
"Slandering Her Highness also has a consequence." Rufus reminded. He easily blocked the two guards from approaching further. His eagle eyes swept over the remaining people as a warning.
As he gazed at the group of people in front of him, the sudden movement from his left didn't go unnoticed. The guard's sneak attack was easily solved by him. He grabbed the guard's hand, his face remained indifferent as he put more pressure. The guard's wrist cracked. A pained groan resounded in the hallway.
Rufus' frown deepened and began to feel worried. It was a few hours until the three days' time, and Irene hadn't come out yet. He was also anxious that those people would insist on breaking in and notice something wrong with her.
Her sequelae were the result of teleportation between continents or worlds without any protection. She was lucky enough that she survived, even though with sequelae. Using a teleportation array and spells were considered protection, meanwhile, her body was once sucked into space, bare, without any protective measures. The pressure nearly destroyed her body and once she was out, she was bloody all over with only a breath left.
She was lucky Reyes discovered her in time.
"Who is slandering? His Majesty entrusted her to me. Naturally, I should take care of her. What if she gets hurt? How am I to answer to His Majesty?" Stefan took a step forward, slowly regaining his confidence.
Rufus' momentum just now gave him the illusion that he was a fierce beast in the middle of wanting to tear him apart. Although he was slightly uncomfortable, he didn't think about it further. He was considered a noble while Rufus wasn't.
"You are so audacious, actually injuring a guard of this mansion." He spoke after noticing that the people behind him seemed to have retreated a little. "After this, you should be punished."
Seeing the indifference of the other party, greatly angered him further. He wanted to see this scum being chained in the dungeon later for his disrespect.
"Open the door, who knows what this scumbag did to the Princess? He is trying to cover it up."
This time, more guards stepped forward. They were originally wary that they would become the next victim whose hand was abolished by Rufus. However, when they remembered that their number was more than a few dozen, they became a lot more confident.
Rufus seemed to sense something wrong. With his enhanced sense, he could hear movement inside the room. With Reyes' enchantment, he was supposed not to hear anything.
He tried to block the guards from approaching, gathering the force in his hand. He didn't realize it until a moment later, a few howls of pain resounded in the hallway. There was doubt and surprise on his face. The strength he used to push them just now wasn't so great that they acted like their organs were ruptured.
"So noisy," A faint cold sound echoed in the hallway.
Irene stood on the door threshold, her face pale and she seemed weak. Her chest had the obvious up and down like she had run for a few miles; her breathing seemed more difficult. The red lips were such a strange contrast to the unbelievably fair face.
"Princess." Stefan was taken aback. The look in his eyes was scrutinizing. "You are alright?"
"Why? Do you wish that I am not?" She coldly said these words in a flat tone, without any emotional fluctuation.
Rufus stood behind her, his eyes also glinted coldly.
Stefan was stunned by her blunt tone. He hurriedly explained. "Princess, I just want to make sure that you are alright. Some maids reported to me that you have been in your room for almost three days and three nights. I am afraid that something would happen to you. Previously, you disappeared for a few days without notice..."
He trailed off at the end of the sentence as if expressing his doubts. His lips pursed like he was conveying his concern.
Irene didn't give any response to the obvious hint in his words. He was indirectly asking about her whereabouts when she disappeared from the mansion for several days.
Failing to receive the desired response, Stefan was a bit irritated. His eyes swept over the guards on the floor who had some broken bones and bruises. "Princess, you also can't injure the guards. They are the ones who are taking care of the mansion. How can you treat them like this."
Irene tilted her head lazily. "Oh, I can't injure them?"
"Yes, of course. We have to treat them with a good attitude." He continued. Wasn't that indirectly saying that she was willful and temperamental?
Amusement flickered in her eyes when she saw that some of the guards and the maids nodded at his words. The rest were just lowering their head. There was even a hint of indignance on the face of the guards sprawling on the floor.
"Stefan Ferner."
Stefan subconsciously turned his head to look at Irene when he heard his name being called. Once he looked over, he met Irene's pair of eyes which seemed to be dark and bottomless.
At that moment, he felt as if his neck was strangled by something.
"Are you the lord of this mansion or I am the lord of this mansion?" She let out a humorless chuckle. "As for the guards and maids, is it your hobby to keep a bunch of such incompetent people?"
The guards couldn't even withstand the slight force of her hand, even in this fragile state. Her condition was a bit weak at this moment, and the energy in her body seemed to be raging and boiling. She felt greatly uncomfortable, but the trouble knocking on the door forced her to endure.
"Rufus, throw them out."
Rufus moved, and the frosty tone instantly woke people up from their stupor. Some guards and maids who can move by themselves instantly scattered, horrified, afraid that they would have some broken bones by the time they were thrown out of the mansion.
"You, get out." She turned her attention back to Stefan. Fear filled Stefan's heart, causing him to instantly obey her command like he was possessed. He couldn't think of anything besides getting out of the room quickly.
It was coincidentally at this moment that a flash of a figure with silver hair entered the room.
It was Kairos, her full biological brother.The silver hair was unlike Stelian's, as his hair was cut short. It made his countenance resemble King Darien, the vampire king further. Whenever she faced him, she couldn't help but fall into a fleeting stupor. Those grey eyes were so similar to her mother, whose eyes, in the short minutes were etched deeply and indelibly in her memory. The thought only lasted a moment, and she quickly recovered herself. Nevertheless, her mood was slightly affected."Welcome, brother." She said with a little stiffness. As quick as passing clouds, her countenance returned to that aloof, undisturbed expression again.Kairos wasn't as aggressive as Stelian, but he was equally inscrutable. Especially his stance toward his sister. Would he think that she had killed their mother?"Lord Father called you to the palace for the awakening ceremony." He said concisely, straight to the point. The pairs of grey eyes flitted to Stefan, who had just awakened from his da
In the awakening chamber, Irene was currently unconscious. Her skin was coated with red, and a trace of blood was on her lips. It was her blood. It was not without consequence that she tried to withstand such a terrifying force.The accumulation of the power of ancestors indeed couldn't be underestimated. She had been too reckless and impatient. Now, after she had just recovered from the magnetic field sequelae, she was injured again. Her inner organs had ruptured, hence the blood on her lips. Luckily, she protected her heart. Otherwise, she'd be without a complete corpse by now.The damage caused by the tyrannical force had calmed down, and the cells began to repair themselves slowly. Even in her unconscious state, Irene still dimly feel great pain as weakness overtook her entire being.After what seemed to be a long time, her consciousness hovered between sobriety and drunkness."Dæmon's people snatched the weapons again. We were the ones who intercepted these scoundrels. Now, they
She dusted herself off, standing up. Her eyes swept the surrounding, finding that the man had disappeared. A surge of disappointment filled her heart. She yearned to see that man in the same state as she was, untidy and vulnerable. It was a petty thought, she knew. She couldn't help it that she also wanted a little revenge. As the door opened, two silver heads came into sight. They were Edmund and Kairos. The two seemed to be startled at the condition inside. The pool of blood was bubbling like lava, rolling with oppressiveness toward those of the same bloodline. Even both men could perceive it, the anger. Some places were wrecked, lamps shattered on the floor, and debris of whatever they were before they turned into such unrecognizable things was scattered around. There were signs of battle everywhere, and the residue of power was still faintly looming. "What happened?" Kairos opened his mouth first, taking in the sight of Irene, who was wiping blood from the corner of her lips.
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
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