Chapter 115: He was hurt.
"What did you want to talk to me?" Sebastian asked, his gaze flickering to where Elliana left.
"The annual ball dance is less than a month away. We have gotten information that you have information about some Vampire Dukes in Africa. We were hoping to call the Dukes from all over the world. That information can help us -"
Stephano started and Sebastian shifted his gaze from the pathway to the elder brother he was competing with.
"And for some reason, you think I’ll give the information that I earned with such hard work to you. Why? Why should I do that when I am denied the information I want from the royal palace? When I am treated like I am a part of the family, but also someone who is thrown out of the palace?" Sebastian’s words were provocative and accusing.
He didn’t look at his grandpa. He didn’t need to. Abramo very well understood what his youngest grandson was trying to insinuate here, and he stepped ahead to hold his hand but held himself back.
Was anything Sebastian said wrong? Ever since Ambramo heard about the prophecy, he has denied him access to any information from the royal family because he doesn’t want Sebastian to get involved too much in vampire matters and awaken his prime nature of blood lust. The blood lust of vampires
"That’s not the truth, Sebastian? Why are you stretching the matter uselessly? Besides, you also want the vampires from all over the world to come together and stay connected, don’t you?" Stephano asked.
Sebastian smiled inside his mask and walked to the glass door that led to the garden.
"Am I stretching the matter uselessly? Every time something bad happens in the kingdom, the first suspicion comes my way. No matter who has messed with the security footage, I am the one who called for a scolding. This was recent. Even the information about the rogue vampires, who are apparently just like me is hidden from me. For what?" Sebastian turned to his grandpa and looked him straight in the eyes.