Chapter 16 A Big Revelation

In the depths of night, within a second-floor bedroom of Liechtenstein Castle, silence reigned, broken only by the faint sigh of wind weaving through the ancient window frames.

Moonlight filtered through the window, spilling onto the aged carpets and furniture, casting a cold, silvery glow.

The atmosphere in the room was taut, every corner permeated with an aura of mystery.

"Your Highness Alexia, please calm down. We can talk about this slowly."

Lan Qi's voice remained as steady as ever.

Sitting beside him, Hyperion had been silent all along, but now she too seemed frozen, her eyes wide as she turned to look at Lan Qi.

She had only hoped that Lan Qi could glean some information about Duke Migea, possibly related to the Kruitian Empire, and she would listen in.

She never expected that Lan Qi would reveal such a huge secret in just a few words!

When Lan Qi told the princess that the Kruitian Empire would fall, Hyperion almost stopped him.

What Hyperion never expected was...

Looking at Princess Alexia's reaction…

He was right???

How did he know such a thing! And! How much does he know about the secrets of the Kruitian Empire!

Hyperion's mood was extremely complicated.

She was both happy for Lan Qi's surreal reliability and confused as to why he knew everything, with a hint of dreamlike unreality.

As Lan Qi was the only one in the room who remained calm, Princess Alexia finally sat back down on the chair in a daze.

Although she didn't know what secrets Lan Qi held, she could no longer turn a deaf ear to his words.

"Is the Kruitian Empire currently controlled by the Third Progenitor Duke Lashael, the Seventh Progenitor Marquis Heritier, or the Eighth Progenitor Marquis Somerset?"

Seeing Princess Alexia regain her focus, Lan Qi asked.

He emphasized frankness.

There were many details to discuss in the coming days.

Now, he just needed to quickly understand the information he cared about most.

"?"

However, Princess Alexia looked puzzled, obviously never having heard the names Lan Qi mentioned.

"Wait a moment."

Lan Qi thought that was likely. True names were extremely important to vampires, so they would naturally not reveal them in the empire.

If the Progenitors knew that someone like him could rattle off the true names of the Thirteen Progenitors like dishes on a menu, they would probably come after him immediately.

Lan Qi exchanged a few words with Hyperion and left the bedroom alone, following the familiar route to the library on the second floor. The dim stone corridor stretched out beneath his feet, and soon he arrived at the library, which had plenty of paper and pens.

In a drawer in the corner of the library, he found paper and pencils, then sat down at the largest writing desk in the center.

The light was soft and dim, and the scent of old books permeated the air, filled with the sedimentation of history. He was the only one quietly in this place that seemed to have been forgotten by the years.

Lan Qi began to draw portraits of the three vampires on paper.

His fingers moved lightly on the paper, and the sound of the pencil rubbing against the paper echoed in the empty library.

In his memory, the only vampire high-level combat powers who had awakened before the main story were these three.

Next was the Ninth Progenitor, Marquis Bernhard.

Then, if the plot developed "smoothly", the vampires would find and unlock the seals of the Second Progenitor, the Vampire Prince, and the First Progenitor, the True Vampire King, and there would be hope for the reappearance of the Crimson Moon Calamity.

Lan Qi did not deliberately depict the figures, but simply let his pen flow with his memory. Rough lines gradually outlined shapes on the paper. Although the drawings were casual, his strokes were simple and clear, as if there was a kind of magic that made the characters come to life on the paper.

After about ten minutes, he finally completed three sketches.

Lan Qi immediately stood up, took the three pages, and returned to Room 201 along the long corridor full of traces of time.

He opened the door and quickly walked back to the long table.

"These three guys are the Progenitors of the vampires and the culprits behind the Kruitian Empire's corruption."

Lan Qi placed the finished portraits one by one in front of Princess Alexia.

One was an androgynous pretty boy, one was a sharp young man, and the other was a cold young woman.

However.

The moment she saw the three paintings, Alexia, who had calmed down, seemed to fall into a nightmare, her expression becoming extremely terrified.

Hyperion's eyes darted back and forth between Princess Alexia's face and the paintings in surprise.

It was the first time she had seen a painting personally drawn by Lan Qi.

Although they were just three hastily drawn rough portraits.

But even Princess Alexia herself didn't realize that each of these overly vivid paintings was like a miracle, as if they had excessively triggered Alexia's fear from the soul, making her feel as if she had seen the vampire Progenitors with her own eyes!

"...They."

Alexia's voice trembled.

She couldn't understand why anyone could understand the crisis of their Kruitian Empire to such an extent!

The person she feared most was the young man whom Lan Qi called the Eighth Progenitor Marquis Somerset, who was now the Minister of Defense of their Kruitian Empire.

She had also seen the figure of the Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Heritier, in the palace.

But Alexia knew that a Marquis of the eighth level alone could not corrupt the empire.

There must be a more terrifying vampire hidden deeper, a higher-level existence.

But she couldn't find him anywhere.

Until everything corresponded to what Lan Qi had just said and drawn, she finally knew the answer.

The real mastermind, the Third Progenitor Duke Lashael—he looked like a freshman in the Kruitian Royal Academy, gentle and friendly, and completely indistinguishable from a normal human being.

Lan Qi said that this guy was a vampire duke?

Suffocating fear enveloped Alexia's entire body, making her almost collapse as she covered her chest, tears about to overflow.

She never expected that the vampire archduke was playing games in a place so close to her, treating everyone like fools.

Even she, who thought she was closest to the truth, only saw the surface.

Was there still hope for this empire?

"..."

Lan Qi raised his hand, and the Great Poet of Love tacitly released his summoning state.

If the Great Poet of Love continued to stay here, Princess Alexia would probably not be able to think and talk normally.

"Sorry... I tried to draw them as roughly as possible."

He still didn't expect that these three paintings would bring such a big mental shock to Princess Alexia.

(End of chapter)