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Chapter 93: Confidential Meeting at the Manor (Additional Update)

Devitt Meikailande?!

Oh, so it’s that guy.

The Princess’s evaluations of the Fourth Prince flashed through my mind, and suddenly, many things clicked into place.

No wonder this guy has no intention of rallying domestic forces—he found such a powerful external ally in the Blood Clan.

And I remember Liliya mentioning that she suspected the death of the First Prince Toren Meikailande, as well as the old king’s serious illness, were closely tied to the Fourth Prince Devitt.

Even though the Second Prince Ban admitted today at the All Spirits Conference that Toren’s death was his doing, that doesn’t mean Devitt is entirely blameless.

It’s possible they colluded to kill the crown prince, just as they previously framed Princess Liliya. Or it could be that… Ban is merely the distraction, a scapegoat, while Fourth Prince Devitt is truly the mastermind behind it all!

Of course, this is just Vilyric’s speculation, but at least based on the current situation, it’s clear that Devitt indeed covets the throne.

Additionally…

As I got closer, the refreshing sensation from the blood bat brooch in my palm intensified, and I had a vague feeling that the target indicated by this “Dawn of Blood” was the Blood Clan Prince named Lucini Constans down below.

Or rather, it could be related to its former owner, the now-spirited Afra Constans.

After all, she, Afra, and that blood clan duke named Julius all seem to share the surname Constans, indicating it’s a powerful family with a long legacy.

Moreover, the equipment description explicitly mentions that “Dawn of Blood” was gifted to Afra by Lucini, so they likely aren’t just sharing names.

The dialogue below continued.

“So boring… Julius, you completely don’t understand. What our Blood Clan needs is not power or status but a Blood Emperor who can unite us all, far stronger than any prince!”

An elderly-looking man, though neatly dressed, was quite plainly attired as he stood beside Lucini, loudly reprimanding Julius.

“I’m leaving. You can bicker all you want, just like 300 years ago.”

The little blood clan girl in a black lolita dress didn’t even bother to respond, simply turning to leave, and the old man walked alongside her.

These two seemed to hold significant status among the Blood Clan; once they took the lead, at least two-thirds of the hall’s occupants followed suit, while the rest looked around uncertainly.

“Wait!”

Julius shouted urgently, but the Blood Clan Prince Lucini only paused momentarily, not turning back.

“I’ll give you one chance. If what you say next doesn’t satisfy me, even if you are that guy’s child, you will have to pay for the time I’ve wasted…”

Lucini raised her fair little hand, and an unusual longspear formed, seemingly condensed from blood, causing gasps from the crowd.

“The Godslayer Lance Longinus! Isn’t this the clan’s sacred artifact? The holy relic passed down by our ancestors, and it turns out it’s in Lucini’s hands…”

“This is a treasure on par with the three sacred artifacts of the Holy Nation. I doubt even those esteemed lords would stand a chance against Lady Lucini wielding the Godslayer Lance.”

“Indeed, it seems she is truly displeased with the recent actions of the radicals—this is a show of force. The second generation of the Blood Clan is indeed not something our branch descendants can compare with.”

Aside from the plain-looking elderly man next to Lucini, it seemed the other blood clan members, including the duke Julius, were all awed by the little girl’s display. Though she didn’t even stand one meter fifty, she had become the center of attention.

Hiding aside, I was also somewhat surprised; that spear called the Godslayer Lance truly radiated an immense power.

Though I couldn’t feel it clearly due to not being up close, I estimated it at least didn’t pale in comparison to “Dawn of Blood,” which had been nurtured by a Pseudo-God for three hundred years.

Lucini’s aura erupted, and I sensed her general level of strength.

Very strong, likely above lv60, perhaps close to lv70, already nearing the level of a Pseudo-God, but it seemed she was stuck at some bottleneck and couldn’t break through that limit.

Among the beings I’ve encountered in this world, aside from that spirit I met and the blasphemous cocoon called Urius, Lucini was the strongest.

And perhaps it was an illusion, but the Priestess had a feeling that this little girl just glanced her way out of the corner of her eye?

After all, Julius was a legendary-level duke of the Blood Clan, and after briefly being overwhelmed by the combined pressure of the peak display and clan treasure, he quickly regained composure. Instead of appearing anxious due to the princess’s impatience, he smiled as if he had anticipated this.

“Princess Lucini, please calm down. You are the leader of the stability faction in the clan, one of the strongest in the world, and naturally wouldn’t pay attention to trivial matters, but what if… it were a divine legacy?”

The other blood clan members looked puzzled, seemingly unclear about what this term meant, but Lucini and the old man were taken aback, turning their heads in surprise.

“You found a divine legacy? Which god, and what is it?”

As they spoke, the little girl unexpectedly retracted her blood-colored spear, almost looking moved by Julius’s words.

“Hehehe…”

The duke of the blood clan smiled slyly, not avoiding the many ears present, and spoke frankly.

“Have you ever heard of the legend of the ‘Wishing Relic’?”

“You mean… that story rumored in the country about some canyon?”

Lucini pondered briefly and nodded slightly.

“I know a bit.”

Julius smiled again; although Lucini said this, he was well aware that this princess was not merely at the ‘a bit’ level.

According to his investigations, though Princess Lucini traveled far and wide, being rare to see but distinctively attracted to the United Kingdom, she had recently been spotted multiple times within its borders, especially around the Oaken Canyon and its vicinity.

If one were to ask what she was searching for…

“Hehe, as you know, a divine legacy can only be used by the gods themselves or their direct descendants. For instance, those born from them or those like you who were personally embraced by our ancestor. So you could wish upon the ‘Wishing Relic’.”

Julius added, “As long as… you can find it.”

“…”

The little girl remained silent for a long time.

“Tell me your plan.”

Seeing that this powerful princess had finally agreed, even Julius, who was quite confident already, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief and felt overjoyed as he immediately stepped aside, bowing with the most standard noble gesture to lead the way.

“Shall we discuss it in our inner chamber?”

He understood that since the fall of the three radical princes in the Glorious City 300 years ago, Princess Lucini’s stability faction had become the most powerful force among the Blood Clan today. This little princess was also one of the last three remaining of the six princes.

Her opinions represented… the Blood Clan’s opinions.

 

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