Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Duke's Party
Duke Gale's expression darkened as he contemplated the situation. Despite the grim circumstances, he knew he couldn't cancel the upcoming party, not with all the nobles and even representatives from the Church of Light, Saint set to attend.
"All of them?" His voice was icy as he addressed the man kneeling before him.
The man trembled with fear, avoiding Duke Gale's gaze. "Yes, Duke. All of our assassins have been eliminated. Our base in the capital has been completely destroyed. There were no survivors," he replied, his voice quivering with apprehension.
In a burst of fury, Duke Gale slammed his fist onto the table, splintering it into pieces. His 9-star aura, formidable and commanding, was enough to shatter boulders with ease.
"Damn Elena Cloudwalker," he cursed bitterly. "If I had known she possessed such power, I would never have dared to cross her."
Just then, a young maid entered the room, bowing respectfully before Duke Gale.
"Duke, I am here to assist you in preparing for the party," she announced.
A glint of calculated malice flickered in Duke Gale's eyes as he regarded the maid.
"If I cannot confront you directly, then I will use others to exact my vengeance. I will make you rue the day you killed my only son," he vowed, his voice cold and unwavering.
Turning his gaze back to the kneeling man, Duke Gale issued his final command with chilling determination.
"Do not let anyone know that my son is dead."
"Understood," the man responded, his expression mirroring the Duke's steely resolve.
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After Noir obliterated the assassin's branch in the capital, he absorbed their blood essence. However, after experiencing the exquisite taste of Elena's blood, he recoiled in disgust at the others'. The mere thought of consuming it made him nearly retch on the spot. Rushing back to Elena's house, he eagerly drank her blood to cleanse his palate.
"It was truly disgusting."
[Name: Noir Origin]
[Race: Primordial Immortal Vampire[Progenitor]]
[Cultivation: 3 Star [Mage and Aura]]
"At least it was worthwhile. Three stars in both mage and aura."
Today marked the day of the Duke's party.
Noir looked at Elena with a warm smile on his face.
Elena's appearance exuded an aura of mystique and allure. With crimson eyes that gleamed like rubies in the dark, she possessed an otherworldly beauty that captivated those who beheld her. Clad in form-fitting dark attire that hugged her every curve, her clothing seemed to meld seamlessly with her lithe frame, accentuating her ethereal allure. Her garments, though modest in design, exuded an air of sophistication and elegance, hinting at a presence that transcended mortal realms. With each movement, she radiated a sense of power and grace, embodying the essence of a timeless being.
Elena turned, her figure casting a mesmerizing silhouette in the dim light. With a seductive sway of her hips, she approached Noir, her voice dripping with allure as she whispered in his ear.
"How do I look, my love?"
Noir responded with a passionate kiss, his affection evident in every gesture.
"Regardless of what you wear, you are always captivating and enchanting."
Interrupting their intimate moment, Alexa entered the room with her usual stoic demeanor.
"My lady, it's time to depart for the party."
"Understood, Alexa."
Noticing Alexa's troubled expression, Elena inquired with genuine concern.
"Is something troubling you, Alexa?"
After a brief hesitation, Alexa decided to speak her mind.
"My lady, with the Duke's son's death occurring in our house, do you think it wise to attend the party? It may not be safe."
Elena's smile remained unwavering as she reassured her loyal attendant.
"Do not worry, Alexa. We will be fine. Let us proceed."
"Understood my lady."
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Today marked a special occasion in the capital as nobles prepared for a grand party. Carriages filled the streets, each headed towards the Duke's House nestled in the heart of the city. It promised to be one of the most magnificent gatherings in years.
Among the procession of carriages, one stood out—a dark, opulent carriage adorned with intricate golden patterns, a testament to its owner's wealth.
Inside, a man and a woman sat in quiet anticipation as the Duke's residence came into view. Its gates swung open, inviting guests into the splendid garden adorned with a myriad of flowers.
As their carriage halted, a servant respectfully opened the door, allowing Noir to step out first. With a gallant gesture, he extended his hand to Elena, who smiled warmly and accepted his hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Elena Origin and Noir Origin have arrived," announced the servant, using their chosen surname 'Origin'.
The declaration sent shockwaves through the hall, drawing every eye to the newly arrived couple. Silence fell over the room, nearly every noble now present.
Elena confidently led the way inside, her arm entwined with Noir's, a symbol of their profound bond. Together, they exuded an otherworldly aura, akin to divine beings gracing the mortal realm.
Soon a servant announced the arrival of another guest.
"Youngest Saint of Church of Light, Alexander Light has arrived."
A young walked inside the hall.
The young man with blonde locks resembled a figure straight out of a painting, his hair flowing like spun gold around his face. His eyes, a striking shade of golden amber, seemed to hold an otherworldly glint, betraying a hidden depth beneath their serene exterior.
Dressed in a pristine white suit that exuded an aura of purity, he stood as a beacon of divine presence. Yet, upon closer inspection, a keen observer might discern a subtle flicker of greed lurking within the depths of those mesmerizing golden eyes, contradicting the saintly image he projected.
Despite his outward appearance of piety, there was an undeniable hunger in his gaze, a hunger not for spiritual enlightenment, but for earthly power and riches. His posture radiated confidence, but there was a hint of cunning beneath the surface, suggesting a willingness to manipulate others to fulfill his own desires.
At this point Servante Announced once again.
"Duke Gale is entering."
Elena and Noir looked at each other. with each other here there was no need to worry about anything. With this look, a sense of security enveloped Elena.
'Here we go. Show me what you got Duke.'
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