Demonic Lycan's Royal Consort

Chapter 18: Return

The aura around her instantly turned cold, and a pair of eyebrows tightly twisted. After she took a deep breath, the small figure crouched down to check the body on the ground. “Do you know who did it?”

“It only appeared today.”

He was identified as a male vampire, with a gash on his chest. The huge gaping wound was without a heart. His head missing an eye, and his mouth was bruised; all parts pretty much made his identity unrecognizable from who he was when he was alive.

The only indication was the greyish color of the blood, which meant that he was not a commoner. The appearance was so strange that Irene couldn’t help but have doubts. For a moment, she suspected Nikolas did it but immediately shook that notion away.

He didn’t seem to be such a person who would kill and not admit it. It wasn’t that she thought he was an honest person, but someone of his stature surely had his own arrogance. Killing and fleeing would shatter his pride, and the dignity of the strong power he possessed wouldn’t let him.

The corpse of the vampire seemed normal on the surface. He died because he was ripped off in the heart. Intuition instinctively made Irene want to dig deeper into the matter; a lone elite vampire died in the territory of the werewolf race.

“I am going back today.” She told him, lifting her gaze.

Nikolas didn’t seem surprised, yet his response took a few seconds longer. “That’s good. Have you recovered?”

“I have already recovered now.” She nodded in affirmation. The poison had reached its toxicity a while ago and strangely perished. When she thought of her royal bloodline, she assumed that the poison had been obliterated by it. After all, because of the incident in the awakening room, the shadow of the ancestor in the bloodline hadn’t entirely dissipated.

At that moment, she somehow couldn’t help but felt a little lost.

After taking the corpse into the space inside the ring she carried, she turned to him and said a little stiffly, somewhat unnaturally. “Take care of yourself.”

With that, she teleported away under his intense gaze. Her figure disappeared. She reappeared again on top of the cliff, looking down at the fog below with an inscrutable expression.

Countless thoughts passed her mind in an instant. Actually, day and night were indistinguishable at the bottom of the cliff. Judging from how long the time had gone by, it should be days.

The pair of clear, yet frosty eyes narrowed, looking at the quiet green vegetation with a smile of contempt. It was such a waste of time coming here. She learned that they still underestimated her power; hence, only small fries come.

The Northern Territory of the werewolf race was vast, with countless lords governing small territories within. At least, this scheme convinced herself more that the place seemed to have a link with her mother, narrowing it down to a great extent without a headless search.

Soft sounds, carried by the breeze buzzed in her ears. The pair of black pupils sent one last look at the towering trees and then disappeared. Just in time when more than two hundred werewolves gathered at the scene sniffing.

In the midst of the werewolf pack, a pair of deep eyes gazed exactly on the spot where she had disappeared. There was a dangerous, evil smile painted on his face.

“We will meet soon.” The soft voice was like a lover singing sweet nothings, a contrast to the devilishly cruel expression.

***

The city lord didn’t cause any ruckus when she disappeared this time. After she was in the middle of vampire transformation, it was no big deal for a vampire to sleep for days, months, or even years.

However, Stefan seemed to know today she was going back.

“His Majesty asked me to take care of the City Lord.” Stefan paused, then continued with a more confident bearing. “Naturally, to atone for the sins this subject had committed, I shall do that to my best.”

“You are quite eloquent in speaking,” Irene muttered lazily, leaning backward indifferently. The tea on the table smelled strangely good, and it was weird a vampire like him had the urge to taste it.

Smirking discreetly, she inwardly nodded in satisfaction at Reyes’ handiwork. It was tempting that any vampire couldn’t resist it. Heartlessly, she took a sip under Stefan’s watchful eyes.

“The City Lord is praising.” Stefan pretended not to understand the underlying sarcastic meaning.

“Oh, really?” Her lips curled up. “I will give you another chance to be praised. Are you willing?”

Stefan’s eyebrows jumped, not expecting her sudden good manners. However, he could only bite the bullet. “Please say, City Lord!”

Irene didn’t want to waste any more time playing along with his drama either. Her right hand was raised to support her chin. Her aura changed from lazy to indescribably covered in a dangerous haze. Languid, but also devilish. “Who sent the box?”

“Pardon…?” A look of loss painted his face; eyebrows wrinkled together, and his eyes blinked rapidly in contemplation. As though he had finally remembered it, he asked with a hesitant tone. “That box from a few days ago?”

There was no fluctuation on her face; she gave no response to Stefan’s words as if she hadn’t heard them at all. She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and took another sip of her tea.

“Actually, I don’t know where that box had come from … it appeared in the front door of the mansion. A maid who picked it up said there was a note saying the box was for the City Lord. However, as soon as she finished reading the note, it burned to ashes.” There was a confident tone in his words. He even dared to look straight at her in the eyes as if to say he wasn’t lying.

Her lips curled up into a sneer seeing such an appearance. The enchanting red lips opened. “So, you would pick any random things appearing on the doorsteps and deliver them to me? What if there is something dangerous inside.”

His face changed at his words, and the tone turned into a cautious one with a tint of disguised curiosity. “Is there anything wrong with the box…?”

The way he pretended to be dumb and evaded the main point she was trying to say appalled her. She didn’t know whether he was really pretending or was he indeed dumb. Raising her eyebrow, the tone of her voice suddenly changed into a menacing one. “Just say who sent that thing.”

“City Lord, I really don’t know who sent the box.” He instantly answered, a little defensive.

“Tsk.” A contemptuous expression appeared on her face. “So useless.”

The complexion on his pale face didn’t look good, and patience was gradually waning. “City Lord, please pardon me. The person who sent the box did it very quietly, so we didn’t have the time to know who it was.”

Was this man really so proud of his incompetence?

“That’s because you are useless.” The tone was light and somewhat flat.

Signs of anger slowly appeared on Stefan’s face; veins protruded and his teeth were slightly ground. “City Lord, you don’t know who sent the box either!”

Irene wasn’t provoked by his words. She chuckled and raised one of her eyebrows. “You can get out now.”

As if realizing that he shouldn’t act so recklessly as before, Stefan hurriedly turned around, afraid that he’d fall into one of her schemes again. It was a delicate period where the king’s anger hadn’t completely subsided. If she were to report his impertinence to the king, perhaps his comfortable stay in the city lord mansion would be gone next; he would be directly thrown to the streets!

“No praise for you.” The pleasant voice of a young woman floated in Stefan’s ears, making him almost stumble as he opened the door. He nearly blew up on the spot. The movement became quicker, and in a split second, his figure disappeared behind the door.

“Rufus.”

He appeared as soon as Irene called him. After he made a report about the city’s condition, and also the mansion, she gave a brief order. “Investigate Stefan Ferner.”

“Yes, My Lord.” He complied, and then went back to his post after Irene dismissed him.

The fact that she was unable to detect who sent the box was indeed true. She wasn’t an omniscient god. But the question was, how many percent of words spoken by Stefan is true? That thing could have been brought by him from outside the mansion.

She began to pay more attention to this elder brother of Duke Ferner. Should she move him? In her study room, she sunk into contemplation.

The disappearance caused her to have a pile of work to be finished. It took more than a week to work on the document and did her responsibility to oversee Blackcourt City.

Things had been plaguing her mind lately, and she needed a place to vent. Coincidentally, she hadn’t gone to Forest of Beasts for a while. After she wrapped up her work, she soon went there.

As a warming up, she killed a few beasts first, scattering the blood in the area surrounding her. To any beast coming with the intention to murder her, she would be even crueler in handling them; however, if they ignored her, she would naturally do the same.

In a moment, blood had stained the place red. It was situated quite deep in the forest, so beasts were much more abundant, willingly delivering themselves to their door.

Time passed and the mountain of corpses had gotten higher. She panted slightly, catching her breath. Just as she was about to counterattack that huge claw of an unidentified beast, she suddenly heard a voice, which caused her momentarily to lose focus.

“It’s you.”