Chapter 120 Chapter 38 Under the Twilight (Part 1)
The fading sunlight cast a golden glow on the flawless face of the golden-haired girl outside the carriage window, enhancing her noble and beautiful aura.
“After all, we are not like you Dragons. Human politics, while based on strength, are more about exchange and ambition.”
Noticing Ophi’s confused expression, the girl brushed back her hair with slender white fingers, lifted her head, and smiled gently.
“I think perhaps Uncle Linton believes his strength would garner more.”
“Ah, is that so…” Ophi tilted her small face, looking somewhat bewildered.
“But Miss Ophi, you don’t need to worry about this. Uncle Linton is a shrewd person; he wouldn’t be arrogant enough to offend His Majesty Gedohoya.”
Elishia smiled, revealing her fair cheeks. Her fingers tightened slightly, and the faint light reflecting off the jade-white sword hilt resting between her knees mirrored the resolute look in her eyes.
“As for me and Aslandt… Aslandt is Father’s territory. Now that Father’s whereabouts are unknown, as his daughter, it is naturally my responsibility to defend Aslandt for him.”
Ophi did not reply. The carriage was filled with the girl’s melodious yet remarkably firm voice.
“However, this is just what I think in my heart… Miss Ophi, please don’t laugh at me.”
Elishia raised her gaze and suddenly noticed the dragon princess beside her, her crystal blue eyes fixed on her, looking as if she had something to say but hesitated.
“What’s wrong, Ophi?”
“Ah, ah, nothing, I was just a bit lost in thought.”
Ophi quickly regained her senses, shaking her small head vigorously.
She couldn’t possibly tell her new friend that Duke Dawn was currently being hosted by her father in the dragon territory.
A smile played on Elishia’s lips, and she didn’t think much of it. Just as she was about to reply, a clear knightly voice called out from outside the carriage window.
“Miss Elishia.”
The knights guarding both sides of the carriage moved aside, clearly recognizing the approaching person. Elishia pushed open the car window, her eyes meeting the silver-armored knight who was riding alongside the carriage.
The Temple Knight removed his helmet, his handsome face illuminated by the twilight glow. He looked at the girl and smiled.
“I only just learned that you were heading to Rubiel City. But it’s only been a few days; have you, Elishia, already dealt with those bandits?”
“Not entirely. The members arrested by the Silverheart Lion were indeed members of the ‘Bloodwind Blade,’ but they were only from the outer fringes, possessing only the most basic Blood Race abilities, not even comparable to Blood Slaves… Even Bloodwind Wings, which was the only trace they left, managed to escape beforehand.”
Elishia paused slightly, briefly recounting her experience.
Avel, resting his chin on his hand clad in steel gauntlets, appeared thoughtful.
“According to what you said, Elishia, the den of the Bloodwind Blade was merely a ruse they left behind, and their core strength had already been transferred in advance. This indicates that your whereabouts were already known to them, and that’s why they moved in advance…”
“I don’t think this was just a temporary relocation.”
Elishia suddenly said, “Abandoning their long-established base, I can’t think of any other chance they would have to confront the Silverheart Lion again. Moreover, even if they abandoned the useless Blood Cultivators, the core strength of the Bloodwind Blade still numbers no less than a thousand. Such a force, unless Father personally intervened, no one in Aslandt could have concealed their tracks for long.”
Aevik fell silent. He understood the girl’s words in his heart.
“However, these are merely my speculations.”
Elishia chuckled lightly, then lifted her fair, slender neck, turning to the knight and asking.
“What about Rubiel recently?”
“Everything is as usual. Lord Linton’s administrative methods are truly brilliant. However, Lord Linton’s personal attendants have gotten into some trouble, and it’s related to vampires.”
“Vampires?”
Elishia’s spirit lifted.
“It was just a little while ago, which is why I left the Church. However, this vampire didn’t cause any casualties; she was eventually repelled by a mage girl.”
Avel lowered his gauntlet, his blue eyes turning towards the street bathed in the dim yellow light, and briefly recounted the events to the girl.
“Of course, we weren’t able to catch her in the end.”
“Being able to hide in Rubiel City until now, and escaping the pursuit of the Temple Knights, it seems… ‘that person’ has brought more than just the Bloodwind Blade to Rubiel. Fular once told me about the dark underbelly of Rubiel.”
“As for that vampire… she might be the key to unlocking the root of all the darkness.”
Elishia slightly raised her cheek, the twilight embers painting her exquisite face, but they couldn’t erase a deep, chilling intensity within.
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“This naturally shows that this vampire has a very, very deep background! Otherwise, how could she have stayed in this city until now without being discovered?”
The girl’s clear, melodious, and crisp voice rang out. Verafia, energetically shaking her pure white little fists, puffed out her small, cute face and said to Ig.
“Mmm, if I were the lord of Rubiel, I would definitely start with this little vampire and uncover the dark secrets behind her, one by one!”
Ig nodded in agreement with the girl’s statement.
“However, that vampire girl’s identity is truly extraordinary. Just the aura of that blacksmith, if it weren’t for you, Young Lady, I would have been crushed to death.”
“Of course. I’ve already told you, that vampire might be the only blood descendant of Oran left in the world, so naturally, many people would be interested in her.”
Verafia said as a matter of course. The girl lifted her lovely face and then swayed her scorching gold big eyes, saying crisply.
“But as for that blacksmith… mmm, he was once a Saint Rank existence, and his qualifications are much older than Eggesti’s… although, looking at him now, it’s hard to say if he still possesses Saint Rank power.”
Ig nodded in agreement. He suddenly remembered what the blacksmith had said to him, and Verafia’s previous demeanor, so he hesitated and said.
“Then, Mr. Fernos, what is his relationship with Father… and Lord Lothel? And why did you have me hand over the End to him to look at?”
“Pff, I thought you wouldn’t ask.”
Verafia clasped her hands, lifted her snow-like delicate face, and let out a crisp and lively laugh.
“Mmm, you’re right. The former Fernos was quite familiar with your predecessor, and even several of his sword techniques were taught to him by Lothel in place of Oran. Ig, tell me, how could he not have that reaction when he saw that sword?”
Ig nodded. The girl then tilted her small head, her slender, jade-like fingers stroking a strand of smooth hair, her brilliant golden eyes glaring at him sideways.
“As for the purpose, I haven’t hidden it from you. Of course, it’s all for you, this guy, and for Lothel’s former End.”
