Chapter 408 Chapter 202 Feast (Part 1)
As dusk fell, casting its last rays of light across the horizon, the thin veil of night descended upon the capital city of the Mess Marquisate, its moonlight, like pale mercury, flowing through the thin veil of the night onto the land.
By the Thorne River, the frost moon’s brilliant light shimmered, and within the ancient castle, built on its edge—dark, heavy, like an armored knight—lights blazed. Magic-infused light melted the entire night sky.
Everyone in Lorincel knew that the city’s lord was about to host a grand feast, let alone those already present amidst the luxury and clamor of the banquet.
Ighet held a long crystal glass in his hand, the renowned “Blood Heart” red wine from the Rhone River winery refracting a captivating luster in the light.
However, Ighet had no appetite for tasting it.
The young man suddenly opened his eyes, his face slightly tilted. The moonlight through the transparent glass windows dissolved the restless air and boisterous atmosphere in the hall. It touched his face through his black hair, bringing a hint of coolness and a long-forgotten clarity.
Ighet couldn’t help but sigh.
The black-haired young man was also elegantly dressed, and at this dinner, he was undoubtedly the protagonist. However, Ighet found it difficult to blend in, feeling instead a sense of inexplicable pressure and restlessness.
“Is it because of Sister Chrisis?”
Ighet’s gaze lifted slightly, looking out at the night sky beyond the window. The twilight had already faded… For some reason, he still seemed to see the last expression on the face of the young girl in the holy nun’s white robe, which she had shown him under the sunset glow.
She had been smiling… but he always felt an immense sadness emanating from her.
“Ighet, what are you thinking about!”
Suddenly, a maiden’s voice sounded in his ear, like a beautiful duet of a skylark and elegant strings, which eased Ighet’s restless state of mind by quite a bit. The young man put on a smile again.
“Veer.”
Crystal-like exquisite high heels, a luxurious and resplendent evening gown, but all of it paled before her appearance.
The girl’s delicate, porcelain-like little face was tilted slightly upward. Her beautiful, large eyes, in which golden radiance flowed, blinked gently beneath her long eyelashes. Seeing the crystal glass the young man held, she suddenly raised her slender little hand, which was covered by a light white silk glove.
“Hmm, Ighet, I want some!”
Ighet was startled and quickly hid the glass filled with alcohol behind him.
What a joke! He had seen the girl drunk before and dared not let this young lady try it a second time.
“Hey, that was just an accident that day. What’s a little wine to this young lady! You wretched guy…”
Seeing her request rejected, Verafia’s expression fell, her youthful lips pouting, her face full of displeasure.
“Young Lady, alcohol isn’t a good thing. Look, even I don’t like it… Otherwise, given your constitution, why would you be unaccustomed to it?”
Ighet, as if coaxing a child, spoke gently to the girl, leading her to a small dining table near the window. He then ordered a maid to bring desserts and grape juice. It took quite a bit of persuasion to slightly improve the girl’s mood.
Eating the pastries, her teeth lightly biting into the soft cake, Verafia, with her slightly raised, large eyes, saw the young man sitting opposite her, smiling at her. Her snow-white little face couldn’t help but redden slightly.
“Hey. Ighet, you guy, why are you just sitting there watching me? Your family’s cakes are delicious…”
As she spoke, Verafia pushed a plate of pastries in front of her towards the young man with her little hand.
Ighet did not move. His eyes, as blue as a deep mountain lake, gazed at her beautiful face, a smile appearing on his lips.
“Actually, just looking at you, Young Lady, is quite satisfying.”
Verafia’s snow-white little face suddenly flushed a few shades deeper. She looked up shyly, “Hey, you guy, how can you coax girls like that!”
Hmm, what a blockhead, his way of coaxing is almost the same as mine before…
Suppressing her shyness, Verafia suddenly raised her golden eyes and blinked slightly beneath her long eyelashes, “Speaking of which, Ighet, what were you thinking about just now… you seemed quite troubled?”
Ighet’s expression slightly changed. He thought about it, but decided it was better not to let the girl worry too much. So, he smiled and shook his head, “It’s nothing, really… Mostly, I’m wondering what might be hidden in the banquet that my father is so forcefully promoting here?”
“This banquet here?”
Verafia followed the young man’s gaze. The luxurious royal court was filled with celebrities and high-ranking nobles, clinking glasses, sharing secrets, and engaging in power plays… However, besides Ophi, the naturally airheaded little Ice Dragon princess, perhaps no one else could sense the hidden meaning.
“However, even if your father intends to do something, it’s probably all within his grasp. Hmm, I’ve dealt with him… Although he’s human, he’s not simple at all. There’s nothing to worry about.”
A clear, bell-like sound rang out. The girl straightened her delicate chest beneath her gorgeous long dress and said very seriously.
Ighet couldn’t help but smile, thinking how like his father this little phoenix acted.
He couldn’t help but reach out and gently touch the little head beneath Verafia’s delicate golden hair. The silky texture of the hair felt quite good. The girl didn’t resist but tilted her head slightly, her beautiful golden eyes gazing askance beneath her long eyelashes.
However, as Verafia said, if Marquis Mess truly had any intentions… then he certainly wouldn’t worry about his father not having enough of a grasp.
“You said it, Young Lady. But, where are Little Fei and Flarn?”
“If you ask about them… over there!”
Verafia lightly lifted her snow-white face.
Ighet followed her gaze and easily spotted Ophi, who had also changed into an exquisite ice-blue evening gown, further highlighting her image as a little Dragon Clan princess, and the Silver-haired Vampire Princess, who had been dressed up by Verafia in the afternoon.
Ophi was still in her curious and naive state, wandering around the court. However, almost everyone present was from the upper echelon of the kingdom. With their vision, they could naturally tell that the identity of this Dragon Clan girl was extraordinary.
Coupled with her relationship with Marquis Mess, even those with ill intentions had to restrain themselves.
As for the other vampire princess, Flarn, although she looked like a cute and charming little girl, she had piled a mountain of food on the table in front of her and was eating alone, completely disregarding the surprised glances of everyone else.
Ighet could naturally understand.
After all, Flarn’s identity as a member of the Blood Race meant that the most effective way to obtain energy was to directly suck blood with her fangs. However, after arriving in Lorincel, the girl was forced to hide her vampire identity and restrain her sharp fangs, so she naturally needed to eat more to compensate for the expended energy.
A smile appeared on Ighet’s face. He stood up, wanting to bring his friends to his side.
Suddenly, a heavy footstep sounded on the palace floor.
