The First Vampire - Chapter 113
Chapter 113: 113 Blockade 1
Translator: 549690339
Windbell Commerce Association.
In the garden filled with blood roses, Cis was staring at the fiery sea of flowers in a daze.
A maid cautiously approached and asked, “Sir, would you like to eat?”
Cis irritably waved her off.
The maid quickly tiptoed away.
Cis paced back and forth in the pavilion, becoming more and more agitated as time passed.
Just before the sun set, an attendant rushed into the garden, reporting, “Sir, I saw green smoke from the Royal Palace!”
Cis widened his eyes, exclaiming anxiously, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir. I swear on the family’s honor!”
“Good!” Cis clapped in excitement and immediately ordered, “You must send the message to Winterfell City at once. Be quick!”
“Yes, sir!”
Half-Elf Palace.
The nervous half-elf nobles had already left, and the queen went to bathe and change out of her blood -stained clothes.
In the spacious palace, only Prince William and the unconscious old king remained.
However, after Prince William waved the attendants away, the previously unconscious old king suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from his bed.
With a mournful face, Prince William hurriedly asked, “Your Majesty, what should… what should we do now!”
The old king glared at his son, saying calmly, “Why the panic! The greater the crisis, the more we need to stay calm!”
“Yes, yes!” Prince William nodded again and again, but the fear on his face could not be concealed.
A look of disappointment flashed in the old king’s eyes, but at this moment, he had no time to chastise his incompetent son.
He knew very well that the Half-Elf Kingdom, or more accurately, the Modewen family, was now on the brink of survival!
Vera’s death in Silver Moon City is a disaster for the Modewen family.
No matter what conspiracy lies behind it, who the mastermind is, and why Prince Topaz suddenly went mad.
All these are no longer important.
What’s important is that Duke St. Hilde’s rage needs an outlet.
And the old king didn’t want the Modewen family to be that target.
Therefore, he must take action as soon as possible to divert this catastrophe that could destroy the Modewen family.
As for whom to blame…
A harsh light flashed in the old king’s eyes as he commanded Prince William:
“Listen carefully, you have five tasks to do now.
First, have someone keep an eye on the Miller family. All family members must be watched closely, and none should be missed! Also, arrange for Duke Miller to see me tomorrow morning.
Second, you personally meet the envoy of the St. Prowse family from the east. Have them come to see me tomorrow morning, but don’t tell them about the incident in the queen’s bedchamber.
Third, immediately send someone to deputize the Windbell Commerce Association, yes, the one I asked you to investigate before, and control the people in charge.
Fourth, have someone keep an eye on Viscount Angler and his party. They are not allowed to leave the palace or pass messages to the outside.
Fifth, cough cough…”
The old king spoke too urgently and choked on his words.
Prince William hurriedly handed over a cup of water.
After drinking a few sips of water and catching his breath, the old king continued, “Fifth, declare martial law throughout the city! Without my command, no one is allowed to leave Silver Moon City!
Not only people but also carrier pigeons.
Go find your uncle and have him assign rangers to patrol the city walls. Any pigeon flying out of the city must be shot down on sight!”
“Yes!” Prince William nodded decisively and accepted the order.
The old king’s series of orders provided immediate relief for him.
As he was about to carry out the instructions, Prince William suddenly thought of someone and asked, “Father, Queen Isa is also a member of the Miller family, so, should we have someone keep a close watch on her too…”
“Of course we should! ” The old king was about to scold him for asking such a stupid question, but a sudden thought crossed his mind. He ordered, “Send for her to see me immediately.”
“Yes.” Not daring to speak further, Prince William quickly excused himself and left.
The hall became silent, leaving only the slightly panting breath of the old king.
There, lying on his bed, he stared at the crystal magic chandelier on the ceiling, lost in thought.
Sometime later, a flush suddenly bloomed on his cheeks as if a thought had struck him, but it faded quickly.
He coughed lightly, muttering, “Duke St. Hilde… You’re quite ruthless…”
“Tap tap tap…”
Crisp footsteps sounded from outside the hall.
Before long, Queen Isa walked in.
She had just bathed and dressed in a vivid red gown that stood in stark contrast to her fair, warm skin.
Her incredibly pretty cheek was lightly touched with makeup, and her crystal clear eyes sparkled with captivating brilliance.
Her demeanor was mild and virtuous, but it contained an allure that could not be concealed.
However, within this tense atmosphere, the allure exuded by Queen Isa seemed entirely out of place.
Watching the alluring queen before him, the old king felt a wave of indescribable anger and violence surge within him.
However, he forcefully suppressed them.
“Isa,” he coughed a few times, “I haven’t seen you for such a long time… You’ve become even more beautiful.”
Queen Isa stood by the bed, looking down at the old king who was so weak it seemed like he might pass away any second. Unhideable mockery appeared on her face:
“Your Majesty, have you ever seen a bird in a cage?”
The old king grunted in confusion.
Queen Isa’s smile turned even more charming, “The happiest moment for a bird in a cage is when the cage is destroyed.”
“Turns out… you hate me that much…”
“Your Majesty, you must be joking, why would I hate you.” “Then… can you tell me… what exactly happened in your bedchamber today?”
“Haven’t I already explained everything in public earlier?”
“Cough cough cough…” The old king suddenly coughed violently, his breath ragged to the point that he seemed as though he might die at any moment.
However, Queen Isa calmly watched the old king, not even moving to help him at all.
After a while, the old king finally regained his breath. With a weak voice, he spoke, “Can’t you…cough…let a dying man…die knowing the truth?”
Queen Isa remained unmoved and laughingly responded, “Your Majesty, you are destined to live a long life. How could you be a dying man?”
Seeing that playing dead did not work, the old king gave up on the act.
“Isa, you should know, if Duke St. Hilde places the blame, the first ones to bear the brunt will certainly be the Miller family!”
“So what?”
The indifferent attitude displayed by Queen Isa deeply hurt the old king. It felt like punching in the air – an immensely frustrating and stifling feeling. “If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave now.”
The old king’s face grew extremely dark, unwillingly he growled, “Isa, no matter what promises he made to you, you must be clear about where your true foundation lies!
Don’t end up being cast aside when you discover that you have no value left to be exploited”
With a charming smile, Queen Isa shrugged her right shoulder on purpose, causing the thin strap to slip down, revealing a glimpse of her bare white skin, “How could I be without any value to exploit?”
With that, she turned and left, laughing.
Leaving behind the old king who was stirred up with anger, but too weak to act..
