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According to a predetermined schedule, Kinsley will go to the meeting place, which will hold Willesden Royal Palace Hall. He walked lightly, followed by Allard and Roland, into the large hall quite far from the private room he had previously occupied.

Arriving at the hall door, the two doorkeepers bowed and saluted. The two informed that the King was about to enter the hall.

"Attention, please. Majesty King Kinsley Rodriguez de Castillo enters the assembly hall!" The doorman's loud exclamation echoed around the hall.

At the same time as the notification, the vast, towering entrance opened.

With an oppressive aura, Kinsley walked down the red carpet, followed by Allard and Roland, towards the stop at the end of the rug. With every step Kinsley took, many pairs of eyes looked at him with various expressions, and most of them held a grudge against him but did not dare to say anything.

Climbing the stairs step by step, Kinsley arrived at the throne of leadership occupied only by the King. It was large, sturdy, majestic, engraved, intricately shaped, and overlaid with gold.

Kinsley sat on it with his eyes lowered slightly. Whereas Roland and Allard stood on either side facing the nobles. From where he was, Kinsley could see the faces of the traitors who dared to appear in the meeting room.

"Roland, how has the Palace been while I'm not here?" Kinsley asked without taking his eyes off one of the higher-ups of the Valliant Lords.

Asked by the King, Roland turned his attention to his King and said. "If Your Majesty wills, I would like to inform you that recently some members of the Nobility have opposed Your Majesty's policy of territorial division."

The listening, Kinsley's emotions escalated. Unable to contain his anger, he stood sternly at the nobles that filled the hall. At first, he didn't want to take firm action, but hearing the reports of dissatisfaction with the policies that the nobles had decided made him unable to stay still.

His hands pounded against the side of the bench, making a loud noise. Suddenly everyone in the hall was shocked and turned their attention to Kinsley.

"Listen carefully, and I don't care about your discontent. My decision is absolute! The redistribution of the nobility's territory is valued from various aspects. If you don't accept it, I will not hesitate to remove your names from the list of the Noble Families and let you leave the Willesden Kingdom. !" Kinsley said sternly.

That unanimous decision did not satisfy the nobles who had held important positions in the Kingdom for a long time. One of them came forward and expressed an opinion.

"Your Majesty, I still have some objections. The Albion Family is one of the important families in the Willesden kingdom. Why Doesn't Your Majesty consider expanding the territory and placing the Allbyon Family in an important position in the Kingdom? Our family has devoted themselves for over a thousand years, and we have always had high honors in his previous reign. Where is His Majesty's justice in us?"

Hearing one of the presumptuous Royal Elders come up with an opinion without realizing his mistake had angered Kinsley. He rose from his place and approached the elder of the Albion Family.

Kinsley's sharp gaze intimidated the older man before him. Kinsley ignored the older man who had become a higher-up in the Kingdom.

Kinsley smirked. He put his face next to the elder's ear, then patted the shoulder and whispered. "Elder Sergio, I've been kind enough not to open the Allbyon family's crime log book to the public. If you still want a position as one of the elders, don't ever question my decision. Got it!! Kinsley gave a stern warning and walked back to the stop.

Kinsley sat back down, and the hall fell silent as soon as everyone there saw the look on the face of Elder Sergio of the Allbyon patrician as pale as ever after Kinsley met him.

Seeing that things had calmed down, Kinsley continued the discussion that had been delayed, namely the second reason for holding this meeting.

"The second time, I gathered you here to inform you. That is for peace between the two worlds, preventing human casualties and revealing our identity as a race of vampire clans—the human world. If any one of you violates and sucks human blood or uses your powers in front of humans, I ensure that person gets the punishment he deserves. That's it!" After saying what he should have said, Kinsley got up.

Everyone stood and bowed their heads in salute before Kinsley walked out of the meeting room. "May success always be with the Kingdom of Willesden!" Said all the people in the hall, ushering their King away.

He returned to his private room with Allard and Roland. Well, the two men were faithful to follow Kinsley wherever he went. So that you know, the three of them have been friends since they were in the Ignatius Elite Academy hundreds of years ago.

In Kinsley's private room, Roland and Allard, following behind, came to discuss some matters. Kinsley sat in front of a table filled with documents and hundreds of years of Kingdom books.

"What is it? Are you guys following me into a private room? Is there anything important you want to talk about?" Kinsley asked to the point. He sat ignoring the documents waiting to be read and turned his attention to his two best friends.

Allard, sitting on the sofa, stood up and faced Kinsley. "Your Majesty, I have investigated the woman with Abigail's soul. She turned out to be an ordinary employee who works in your Company. The woman's name is Alesya Arshelia Fiorenz from a well-known Fiorenz family. Still, it seems Alesya has problems with her family, so living separately in a housing estate is impossible. far from the center of the capital Lunaris." Allard explained.

"Good. Investigate what happened to that woman and keep an eye on her. Don't let any other nobles find out about the woman's soul. I'll take care of the rest." Kinsley's orders.

His heart was beating unsteadily. It had been long since Kinsley had felt this way since Abigail's death.

He touched his chest and felt his heart skip a beat. 'Is it not someone's fault this time? Is that you, Abigail?'