Chapter 113 Serious Talk And Promise (3)

Ethan's POVBefore I could continue, she cut me off as she shook her head in frustration.

"You're thinking that your master will protect you? No, she can't. Even she cannot fight alone against the might of one of the two greatest demon empires of the Blood Veil Continent and the strongest family among the vampire clans."

I exhaled sharply as my patience thinned. Why is she so talkative and interrupting me so much? Outside she acts like a cold and aloof lady but she is such a chatterbox/

"Are you done, Virelle?"

She scowled and was clearly displeased by my condescending tone but I didn't entertain her irritation. My next words had weight and I needed her to hear them. Discover hidden content at My Virtual Library Empire

"Firstly, they will never find out about us. And when the time comes, I will convince your father myself. If he refuses to listen, then I will make him understand through force."

She scoffed at my response and crossed her arms across her huge tits.

"You speak as if overpowering my father who is also the strongest duke of the vampire clans is as simple as breathing. Do you even understand the immensity of what you are saying?

Do you think just anyone can reach the Heaven Connection realm based on raw talent alone?"

I remained silent as I let her vent.

"Even with our long lifespans, do you know how rare it is for a vampire or even a being of other races to reach grade five?

Only three have done so in the past seven thousand years! Becoming a grade four Sky Realm expert is one thing as it is possible with exceptional talent and lucky opportunities but a grade five Heaven Connection expert?

That is something no one can guarantee. Not even you."

She shook her head in a voice laced with frustration.

"And even if do somehow manage to convince my father, what about the Malakar Emperor? Do you think he will simply allow his youngest son to be humiliated by having his betrothed taken away?

He would see it as an insult to both his empire and his pride. You would make yourself an enemy of one of the two strongest empires, Brother Ethan."

Her breathing was heavy by the time she finished speaking. Her hands trembled, and I could tell she was overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the consequences she had been carrying alone.

I reached forward, gently taking her hands in mine.

"Then let them come," I whispered, my voice resolute. "Because no matter what happens, I will never let anyone take you away from me."

Author's Note: Virelle's engagement is to the youngest prince, not the eldest prince,(this was a typo and I have updated it in the earlier chapter)

"But how will you do that?" she whispered in a voice laced with dejection as she kept her head bowed. I gently held her shoulders and silently urged her to look into my eyes.

When she did raise her head, her tear-streaked face met my unwavering gaze that was filled with determination.

"Believe in me, Virelle. I will not let it happen. And how terrifying can that sheltered prince truly be? If he insists on marrying you so badly, I have countless ways to make him regret ever being born."

A dark and ominous glint flashed in my eyes as a menacing smile curved my lips.

"If the most important piece of this game is removed, how will this sham of a marriage proceed? If the youngest prince vanishes from existence, the marriage pact too will crumble into nothingness and then nothing will bind or stop you from coming into my arms."

"I will make him regret ever thinking of claiming you. I will strip him of his fortune and plunge his world into darkness.

All you need to do is believe in me. As for his father, how will he uncover the culprit behind his precious son's downfall?"

Third Person's POV

As Ethan growled with a sinister edge, the atmosphere in the room shifted drastically. Dense and shadowy tendrils that were unreal yet visibly oppressive rose behind his head.

Virelle's eyes widened in shock as she glimpsed their diffused form. It formed a black cloud and their edges flickered with crimson light. Suddenly, glowing red eyes materialized within that cloudy darkness.

A piercing and soul-shattering scream erupted from it. It was not audible in the physical realm but soundly resonated through the Astral World that overlapped with the real material world.

The chilling wail struck Virelle's very soul and it continued to echo in her mindscape as it threatened to drag her into an abyss of despair. Her form wobbled on the bed as she nearly lost consciousness.

When her senses returned to her, Ethan was frantically shaking her in a voice thick with concern.

"Virelle? Are you alright? What happened?"

But she couldn't focus on his words as a single thought consumed her mind.

What has Ethan done to possess such a baleful aura? And he's so young! How is this even possible?

Her thoughts spiraled as she grappled with the impossibility of what she had just witnessed. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his anxious ones.

His genuine worry reflected on her face melted the fear in her heart and caused her nose to start stinging once more.

He probably doesn't even realize what he carries, she thought wryly. But the baleful aura seeps from the soul itself. How could he have accumulated it to such a degree?

Her mind was full of confusion and a dull ache throbbed in her head.

"Are you okay, Virelle?" Ethan's worried voice broke through her thoughts again. This time, she shoved aside her confusion and fears and snuggled into his chest as she tried to seek solace in his warmth.

"I'm fine, Brother Ethan," she whispered as she inhaled his scent deeply and etched it deep into her memory.

A strange and primal urge to sink her fangs into his chest rose in her chest.