like a cold and hard snake, wrapped firmly around her ankles, preventing her from escaping.The youngest of the three female members of the Cray Empire, she is also a traitor, aside from the Annihilati...Chapter 149: Lance Exposed the Blood Clan's Secrets

In the silent second-floor bedroom of a Liechtenstein castle late at night, only the faint rustling of the breeze through the ancient window frames could be heard. (Due to caching reasons, please have users directly browse the website for the fastest chapter updates.)

Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the ancient carpets and furniture in a cold, silvery light.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, every corner brimming with mystery.

"Your Highness, please calm down. We can talk this through slowly."

Lance's words were still as calm as ever.

Though Huberlian sat silently throughout the entire affair, she now seemed as if struck dumb. She stared with wide eyes at Lynch.

She had only hoped that Lanchi would ask about information related to the Kreiss Empire, perhaps something about Duke Mygaya. She leaned in, eavesdropping eagerly.

I didn't expect that in just a few words, Lanchi would reveal such a huge hole!

Just now, Ranchi said in front of the princess that the Kree Empire would perish. Huberlian almost went to stop Ranchi.

Hubbertly never expected this.

Look at Princess Arilexia's reaction.

Really said it right

He... how did he know about this! And! How much else does he know about the secrets of the Kryll Empire!

Hubberly's feelings were incredibly complex.

She was delighted by the sheer unreality of Ranch's reliability, but also confused as to why he seemed to know everything. There was a touch of the unreal, dreamlike about him.

Of the three in the room, only Lance remained composed. Princess Alexia finally sat back down in her chair, stunned once more.

Although she didn't know what secrets Ranch was hiding, she couldn't ignore his words any longer.

"Who is currently in control of the Kreiss Empire: Duke Larschar, the Third Ancestor, Marquis Hertitier, the Seventh Ancestor, or Marquis Somersett, the Eighth Ancestor"

Lan Qi saw Princess Alexia regain her composure and then asked.

He values honesty and openness.

There are many details to discuss, and we can talk about them in more detail over the next few days.

Now, just get the information he cares about most.

""

However, Princess Alexia seemed puzzled and clearly hadn't heard of the names Lance had just mentioned.

Just a moment, please.

Lan Qi also thought so, for a blood race, a real name is extremely important, and naturally they wouldn't expose their true name in the empire.

Someone like him, who can casually name the true names of the Thirteen Ancestors as if they were menu items, would surely be in grave danger if the Ancestors themselves ever found out. They'd probably come after him immediately to fight.

Lancer and Huberlian exchanged a few words, then left the bedroom alone. They walked along their familiar path to the library on the second floor of the castle. The dim stone corridor stretched before them, and soon they reached the library filled with plenty of paper and pens.

In a drawer in a corner of the library, he found paper and pencils, then sat down at the largest writing desk in the center.

The light was soft and dim, the scent of old books filling the air with a history that seemed to weigh heavy. It felt like a place forgotten by time, where only he sat in quiet solitude.

Rance began to sketch portraits of the three vampires on paper.

Fingers glided lightly across the paper, the scratching of pencil on paper echoing in the vast library.

In his memory, before the orthodoxy, the highest combat power of the blood race should only be these three.

Next is the Ninth Ancestor, Count Beinhard.

Then, if the plot "develops smoothly," allowing the blood clan to find and break the seals of the second ancestor, the blood clan prince, and the first ancestor, the true king, then there is a real hope that the bloody moon will reappear and bring about the ruin of the world.

Lanci didn't deliberately depict, but just let his brushstrokes flow with memory. Rough lines began to gradually appear on the paper, outlining a form. Although it was painted casually, his strokes were concise and brisk, as if there was a kind of magic that made the characters come alive on the paper.

After about ten minutes, he finally finished the three sketches.

Lance immediately stood up, clutching three sheets of paper, and walked back to Room 201 along the corridor etched with the passage of time.

He pushed open the door and quickly walked back to the long table.

These three individuals are the ancestors of the vampires and the culprits responsible for the erosion of the Kryll Empire.

Lanche placed the finished portraits one by one before Princess Alexia.

One is a delicate young boy whose gender is difficult to tell, one is a sharp young man, and one is a cold young woman.

However.

At the moment she saw these three paintings, Aricia, who had already calmed down, was like falling into a nightmare. Her expression became extremely terrified.

Huibalian's gaze darted back and forth between Princess Alexia's face and the painting in surprise.

This was her first time seeing a painting created by Lance himself.

Despite being only three hastily sketched portraits.

But even Princess Alyx herself hadn't noticed that these remarkably lifelike paintings, each one like a miracle, seemed to have triggered a primal fear within her soul, as if she had gazed upon the very ancestor of the blood race!

"…He, them."

Alicxia's voice trembled.

She couldn't understand why anyone could possibly understand the crisis of their Krelian Empire to this extent!

She feared most of all the young man whom Lynch called the Eighth Ancestor, Somerset Duke. He was now their Kreiss Imperial Defense Minister.

She has also seen the figure of the Seventh Ancestor, Hertierr Hou爵, at the palace.

But Alyxandria knew that a mere eighth-rank Marquis was not enough to erode the Empire.

There is also a more terrifying blood clan that she has yet to detect, lurking deeper within. It is of a higher order.

But she couldn't find him anywhere.

Not until everything matched what Lance had just said and drawn did she finally know the answer.

The real mastermind, the third ancestor, Duke Lachar — he looks just like a new student at Creyd Royal Academy. He's gentle and friendly, completely indistinguishable from an ordinary human.

Ranch actually said this guy was a blood clan duke

A suffocating fear gripped Arilexia, nearly causing her to collapse. She clutched at her chest, tears welling in her eyes.

She never would have expected the Blood Clan Duke to be living among them, so close by, playing everyone for fools.

Even she, who thinks she's closest to the truth, only sees the surface.

Can this empire be saved

"…"

Lanche raised his hand, and Da'ai Shi's heart understood. She willingly released her summoning state.

At this point, even Princess Alcyone might find it impossible to think and speak normally if the Great Love Poet stayed any longer.

"Sorry... I tried my best to sketch it quickly."

He still hadn't expected that these three paintings would have such a profound spiritual impact on Princess Arilexia.

(The End)

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