Chapter 110: Run Little Lamb
"Enough! I want not another word from the both of you. Throwing redundant blame amongst yourselves won’t solve this uncanny mystery, regardless of who was at fault or not."
Lord Viktor, who had taken enough of Lord Damien’s and Draven’s unnecessary bickering, declared rigorously. At their silence, he let out a short, frustrated sigh and stated clearly, his finger raised. "No one shall spout a word about this conundrum to Ivan or the royal family. What we’ve seen shall stick with the four of us alone, and we must get to the bottom of it before a serious problem arises."
His crimson eyes drifted to the pedestal, unhidden curiosity brimming within them. "Until we find an accurate explanation for this, the orb room shall remain locked on my accord. In the meantime, let’s focus on the focal point concerning why we’re here, and that involves Ivan’s sudden proposal to a human servant. We also have to deal with the return of his brothers tonight, and save ourselves from the blood spilling that might, hypothetically, take place."
Lord Viktor’s voice faltered at the end of his phrase, his expression troubled, but he quickly shook it aside and composedly said. "I will inform the royal scribe to join us when the court begins. Ivan is currently too busy to assemble the whole court himself, and Abdiel has gathered the council as it should be. It will be best if we set our minds on tonight, and leave this for another day."
Leaving no room for further argument, Lord Viktor turned around to take his leave. Lucius followed behind with Damien who kept muttering something about the court to him. Lord Draven was the last to leave, and when he made it to the exit, he turned around to look at the orb room once more, his eyebrows furrowing at the reviving energy of the place. He wished to linger longer and figure out exactly what was happening here, the cause of this sudden revival, but since he couldn’t disobey the orders of Viktor, with a frown, he finally left, slamming the door shut behind him.
Later in the day when the atmosphere appeared brilliantly sunny, Carina and her daughter were taking a leisurely stroll outside the towering Palace, indulging themselves in one or two talks, but that was until they spotted Ivan who returned on his steed with a group of men tied up with chains containing spikes. The scent of their blood had drawn Carina and Claire’s attention, but they dared not utter a word when Ivan dismounted from his steed and ordered the guards that accompanied him to take the tied-up men away.
Caddel, who winced slightly at the painful prick of the spikes, couldn’t wait to get the chains of himself as he rose to his feet, but when he lifted his eyes to look at the two vampiress clad in royal outfit, standing a few meters away from them, he noticed a certain younger vampiress was staring at him immensely.
"Move it! This way!" One of the guards yelling had broken their eye contact, snapping him out of the unexpected trance. Puzzled by his own absent-mindedness, he quietly followed the servants who were leading him and his members to the back of the Palace.
"Did you see those spikes? Who are they?" Carina, who also watched them leave with equal bemusement, had asked her daughter as if she knew the answer to the question. Claire simply frowned, but it wasn’t because her Mother had asked her a question she barely knew, it was because that man... for a second she thought she felt tranced by his gaze. It has never happened before, and that feeling troubled her.