Demonic Lycan's Royal Consort

Chapter 11: Visit

After this little scene, Irene was aware she would be in the spotlight; eyes gazed with scrutiny, fingers pointed at her, and mouths talked about her.

The color of her blood... was red. Whizzing like it was burning, fiery red as dark as blood appeared, the flames danced in the bowl of small white bone.

The color of commoners. It was not that they didn't have any powers, but commoners were practically half human. They only held the advantage of being stronger and possessing a longer lifespan than regular humans.

For a royal descendant to possess red blood, just like her title as a royal princess, was unheard of. Irene's cold countenance still didn't change. Still as indifferent as ever.

Confusion was swirling in her head, but she didn't truly care about blood colors. What she cared the most was about the enhancement of her power. The only goal of her life now was to get stronger.

"You are a royal descendant." The king said after a few seconds of silence. Probably just like others, he was still grasping the fact that his daughter actually had red blood, colors belonging to commoners.

Disappointed, angry, or unreconciled? This vampire race's leader was too good at disguising his emotions that not even the slightest fluctuation leaked out. His complexion still carried the usual majestic with a stern countenance.

If she had been a man, will they suspect that she wasn't the king's descendant?

However, the fact was clear that she was really the king's biological daughter. Otherwise, she wouldn't have survived the awakening chamber designed for royals only to enter.

The ceremony ended like that. Discussions were in full swing, commoners and nobles alike, all topics were about her. As news traveled from mouth to mouth, the story about her gradually got more ridiculous. Some even said that because she had spent too many years in the human world, she became a human.

Irene ignored the eyes of the nobles. Neither did she pay attention to the high-ranking nobles' sons, who were filled with hesitation about whether to approach her or not. But how would she give them the chance? She instantly dashed away after the ceremony ended, right after the king and the queen exited the throne hall.

She walked ahead of the princes.

Outside the throne hall, she didn't give anyone a chance to interact with her. In a blink of an eye, she teleported away, then walked outside the palace.

It was such a stroke of bad luck that she unexpectedly ran into Celosia.

This daughter of the duke had the privilege of Stelian's fiance, going in and out of the palace as she wished. Who told her father to save Queen Alvira?

She was probably looking for Stelian again.

"Princess Irene." The tone of her voice was casual as if she wasn't facing a member of royalty.

In her laziness, Irene didn't even bother to answer. She merely gave a small glance and then looked away, her face was full of boredom.

Seeing her like this, Celosia was irritated. She suppressed her emotion and snorted with undisguised contempt. "I heard that the Princess possesses a rare blood color."

It was undoubtedly sarcastic. "I should congratulate you."

News sure traveled fast.

Suddenly, Irene's eyes glinted with amusement. "Miss Ferner should be looking for Stelian, right?"

Was this daughter of the duke trying to vent her anger at her? Fine, she could also do the same. She continued her words. "I just saw him in the direction where you came from. Can't you see him?"

"Impossible! I didn't see him there." Celosia looked annoyed. "Don't try to deceive me just to change the topic. I am not stupid."

Irene simply raised her eyebrows teasingly, like a cat teasing a mouse. "So, Miss Ferner didn't meet him?"

She clicked her tongue. "It's a pity then. Perhaps, it's because he is unwilling to meet you. That's quite pitiful. Such is an unrequited love of the daughter of duke Ferner."

"You!" Celosia's nose flared, and her pale face was slightly scarlet with anger. The scarlet color looked quite weird on creatures like vampires because of their unbelievably pale countenance.

Unwilling to face this arrogantly unreasonable daughter of a duke any longer, she put on the last contemptuous look and instantly teleported away, just in time to avoid Celosia's grabby hands.

After this, the little girl must be going back to look for Stelian. She was a little curious about how his constipated face looked like when he found out that Celosia had gone back to look for him again. It was such a shame she wasn't there to enjoy it.

She walked to a particular teleportation array, using a spell to disguise herself. With this illusion, these vampires with little power wouldn't be able to see her true face.

The light enveloped her entire body in an instant. In a blink of an eye, she disappeared and reappeared again in a dark, gloomy castle.

A maid seemed startled when she saw her. However, after Irene removed her disguise, the maid hurriedly put on a respectful expression, greeting her.

"Greetings, Your Highness Princess Irene."

Irene nodded in response and succinctly ordered. "Bring me to meet him."

The maid hurriedly executed the order, leading her cautiously through the gloomy hallway. Her eyes rested on the maid's figure, thoughtful.

This castle seemed to be maintained meticulously, but the coldness and somber feeling still didn't disappear. The luxuriousness only added the trace of solitude and forlornness.

And the owner of this castle was...

It was a short walk from where the teleportation array was located to his study room. Of course, the teleportation array heading to his castle was specifically designed for people with royal blood. Except for the selected few, nobles wouldn't able to get here, or even the queens.

The use of teleportation array she used outside the king's palace was like a lift in a modern world. Whoever used it could just click on which floor they wanted, but certain places have bloodline restrictions.

Bloodline was such an important thing in this Astral Continent, or perhaps also other continents. It signified hierarchy and power.

Therefore, life in the modern human world was simply fairer. Luckily, there was power restriction there, or else, the human world would have been wracked by supernatural beings.

They arrived at a particular room. The maid knocked on the door, addressing whoever was inside as her lord, and then announced Irene's arrival.

After a moment, no movement was heard from inside.

They waited for another minute but still received no response.

The maid was anxious, not knowing whether to knock again or inform Irene that her master wasn't in the castle

"Brother, your unwillingness to meet me really makes me feel sad." The tone was flat but laced with mockery.

There was still no response from inside, as the owner of the castle wasn't there.

The maid was also confused by her master's attitude. Honestly, she didn't know whether he had gone back to the castle or was still in the palace. She just simply lead Irene to his study room as per her order. Just as she was about to open her mouth to apologize for her master's absence, the door, which had been tightly shut, abruptly opened.

Irene's lips curled up, and she entered the door naturally like she was familiar with it.

Surprisingly, in contrast to the gloomy hallway earlier, this place was lit with a lot of light. The windows were big, allowing the sunshine to illuminate the room where only a few corners were dark. Lamps were placed neatly in a row on the wall.

Kairos was writing something when she came in, and his movement stopped after she took a seat across from him. He looked up from the papers on the table, his eyes indifferent. It was as if the result of his sister's awakening ceremony didn't have any impact whatsoever on him.

"What are you doing here?" His gaze was rather impatient.

"Are you so busy that you can't spare a little time to talk to your sister?" She raised her eyebrows. "What? The result is such a disappointment, right? Your sister is red blood, oh, I am afraid they will start doubting yours?"

Nobles assumed that Kairos and Stelian were rivals for the throne, and they each picked one to support the throne's succession. By saying they, she was referring to those nobles.

Crease started to appear on Kairos' forehead when he heard her words. He rebuked. "Don't talk nonsense."

"Is that nonsense?" She tilted her head. "Fine, how about we start talking about a serious matter then?"

After she uttered those words, Kairos' complexion darkened. He paused, then with a softer tone, he persuaded her. "This is not something you should involve yourself with. Don't dig into matters you shouldn't have. With the title of royal princess, you can live comfortably for centuries."

Listening to his words, she was silent for a moment. However, her next words were ruthless. "An old man talking with his pedantic ways of doing things."

In terms of the human world, Kairos' age was simply suitable to be a few first generations of her grandfather's age.

Kairos's stood up, his face was darkened terribly and his hand fisted. Anger was apparent on his countenance. His knowledge of Irene refreshed again. It was the first time that he discovered how stubborn she could be.

Just as Kairos was about to lash out, his pupils abruptly constricted. The pair of grey eyes stared at the color of liquid dripping on the floor in front of him.

Irene had slit her wrist, and her blood was...

Silver!