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Chapter Ninety-Nine: Coup in the Royal Capital (Add-on)

“What?”

This news truly took Miss Vilyric by surprise.

Soldiers fighting soldiers? Isn’t that a coup?!

There’s still about three days until the ritual ends! Even Liliya only initiated the Universal Discourse to deal with Ban, our competitor, in a relatively mild manner. Who would dare to cause a ruckus during such an important time?

Are they insane?

Miss Vilyric wanted to ask for more specific details, but much like the situation in the Forgotten Land, the mirroring world began to collapse.

It seemed this place was specifically designed to preserve the mirroring aspect, with the mirroring itself being the core of the space.

“Alright, Xiao Guang, you can come join me now.”

“Yes, Master.”

Just as she sent this message to her pet, the Upturned Spire rapidly started to fade, and with a shift in the surroundings, Miss Vilyric found herself back in the night sky above her original manor.

She no longer forced herself to remain invisible, spreading her wings to keep herself suspended while continuing to rise higher.

Then, she saw the chaos in the royal capital that Little Dragon Daughter had described.

It appeared that chaos erupted only after the Priestess entered the manor during the curfew.

From her vantage point, at least six or seven locations within the City of Courage were already embroiled in fierce battles. Among those she recognized were the Royal Palace, Liliya’s Phoenix Hall, and the Adventurer’s Guild.

There were also several other places ablaze or engaged in combat, presumably important special facilities.

As Miss Vilyric quickly pondered the situation, several strong auras surged from the central pathway of the manor, speeding towards her, each with at least sky-level strength.

Undoubtedly, they were the vampires residing in the manor.

Of course, if the mirroring space had collapsed and the Blood Clan hadn’t noticed, Miss Vilyric might really start to question if they were just putting on a show.

Well then, it seems the stealth game was nearly played out.

Donning the “Cognitive Obstruction Mask,” Miss Vilyric no longer concealed her level 110 aura. She fully opened her splendid wings behind her, a rushing light emanating from the “Feathers of the Divine,” illuminating the night sky like a dazzling sun.

The ascending vampires momentarily halted at her overwhelming presence, which pressed down on them so heavily that they could hardly lift their heads.

Their once unstoppable momentum was abruptly halted as if they had crashed into a dam.

Miss Vilyric didn’t take further action, merely hovering like a deity in the air, silently observing as the vampires struggled to rise to her height, spreading out around her.

About six or seven vampires encircled the Priestess, their leader being that Blood Clan Duke, Julius Constans, whom she had seen before.

Yet, the Transcendent-Level Lucini Constans and the other elder prince were nowhere in sight.

With a puzzled expression, Julius mustered the courage to shout.

“Who are you?! How dare you destroy our mirror domain?! Hand over the Mirror Core, and we can pretend this incident never happened!”

“Hmm…?”

Miss Vilyric ignored Julius and turned her gaze down towards the manor, where a forest was blazing in roaring flames.

Countless black-armored kingdom soldiers were charging through the burning trees, fiercely clashing with the vampires and blood slaves pouring out from the manor. The fight heated up almost immediately.

What’s going on? Why are they also being attacked?

If we understand this manor as the secret base of the Fourth Prince, Devitt, along with the Phoenix Hall under attack, who could be behind this combined assault on both the Fourth Prince and the Fifth Princess?

“Hey, brat! The Duke is asking you a question!”

Seeing Miss Vilyric merely tilting her head downwards without a response, one impatient vampire could no longer hold back.

They seemed to view Miss Vilyric and the attacking forces as part of the same group.

“Brat?”

The Priestess twitched at the corner of her mouth, sweat appearing on her forehead.

This was the first time since coming to this world that someone had the guts to call her that.

Actually, Miss Vilyric wasn’t short; she was just slightly above average height, but her somewhat flat chest easily gave rise to the misunderstanding that “this girl must be quite young; after all, she hasn’t developed there yet.”

So referring to her as a brat equated to mocking her about that…

“Who’s a… brat!!!”

With a flash of white wings, the black-haired girl, completely incongruent with the image of a Priestess, sped past like a streak of light, instantly appearing above the impudent vampire’s head and smacking her holy staff down onto his forehead!

“!”

The already legendary aura of the vampire youth was startled by Miss Vilyric’s speed, but a seasoned fighter, he quickly drew his weapon, a slender blood spear, blocking the Eternal Staff beneath.

However.

Crack…

That weapon, seemingly crafted to resemble the “God-Slaying Lance Longinus” and reaching a purple grade, stood no chance against the artifact’s strike and was instantly shattered.

“Puh!”

With a scream, the slender, strange holy staff smashed onto the vampire’s head, sending him crashing down at a speed several times faster than his ascent, plummeting like a wingless bird straight into the blazing inferno below.

“Dick!”

“Hey, hey… this can’t be real, right?”

Several vampires were completely floored by the terrifying speed and power of the Priestess, unable to move for a time.

Julius swallowed hard.

He glanced at the fierce battlefield below, barely regaining his composure, and turned his gaze back to the white-robed, black-haired girl who just sent one of their companions flying.

“My clan has no enmity with someone of your strength. Are you attacking us today on behalf of the United Kingdom? If that’s the case, we can—”

“Stop!”

Miss Vilyric impatiently raised her holy staff, physically interrupting his attempt at persuasion.

“Quit the rambling; you’re the ones surrounding me. Either fight or scram quickly, I’m on a tight schedule, thanks.”

Julius was momentarily taken aback. Despite his youthful appearance, he was, after all, several hundred years old and naturally skilled in interpersonal relations. He quickly understood that this terrifying girl was not on the same side as the attackers.

As he contemplated retreat, a sudden thought of the item that had gone missing from their sight struck him…

That was something he had repeatedly assured the Prince would be returned after this operation. If it were lost now, even being a Duke wouldn’t save him from a death far worse than dying in battle.

Resolute, Julius summoned his courage and attempted to negotiate sincerely.

“We can leave, but please return the Mirror Core to our clan. If that’s not possible, we can exchange for it. This is something we truly can’t compromise on; please don’t force me.”

“Ah? What mirror…”

Just as she frowned to say something, Miss Vilyric suddenly paused.

She wasn’t the unreasonable type, even though she had caused quite a bit of destruction sneaking in. But with the other party having spoken to this degree, she wasn’t entirely dismissive.

Mainly because she feared trouble and didn’t want to casually kill anyone.

Since realizing the change in her mindset, the Priestess had been suppressing the growing indifference toward life.

…That guy earlier was just loose-lipped; it wasn’t her fault.

But that “Mirror Core” was probably already devoured by the “Blood Dawn.” She couldn’t possibly hand over such a sacred item to the other side, could she?

With no other choice, she could only forcefully shake her head.

“Not possible.”

“……I see, that’s too bad.”

Julius felt bewildered for a moment, then lowered his head, the light in his dark red eyes gradually dimming as he flapped his bat-like wings, starting to retreat.

The several vampires, ranging from sky-level to legendary, instantly understood and also began to float backward.

Miss Vilyric narrowed her eyes, sensing the growing, hidden killing intent dissipating from them.

Is that so? That really is a bit unfortunate.

Just as the vampires retreated to a certain position.

“Now! Joint Forbidden Spell—Blood Feast!”

“With my blood, boil!” x5

Six vampires raised their hands simultaneously, arranging themselves in a formation reminiscent of the six rooms on the fifth floor of the manor, drawing a giant blood pentagram in the night sky!

This was a genuine forbidden spell passed down from the progenitor of blood to the six princes.

Although Duke Julius and his team, which had varying strengths, could only unleash one-tenth of the spell’s power, it was sufficient to contend against an ordinary transcendent-level expert.

Julius had sharp instincts. The white-cloaked woman… her initial momentum had indeed pressured him almost to the point of gasping, but the speed and strength she showed when dealing with Dick demonstrated she was merely at the transcendent level.

Although the weapon she wielded invoked a rather ominous connection in Julius’ mind, there was no other option now but to fight back.

It was either that or death.

If he could hold her back until the two princes arrived…

At that moment, the vampires heard a rapidly approaching resounding dragon roar.

“Roar! Seeking death!!”

A torrent of white light streaked across the night, drawing a brilliant arc in the sky and instantaneously engulfing the six vampires and the blood magic circle.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!!

The white light pierced through the night, continuously breaking through several tall buildings in its path before disappearing into the distance.

Ah…

Listening to the immense roar of stones crashing against the ground, the Priestess’s calm expression froze on her face.

Well, this just got even messier.