Free Web NovelChapter 1195: Chapter 1124: Is Serafe Lilith’s Divine Descendant?
The leather shoe stepped on the soft carpet, Horn looked at the ground decorated with Gothic Western patterns but was momentarily lost in thought.
Never did he imagine that the old grandmother, with her age and status as a senior figure, would turn out to be a spy for the Royal Court.
In fact, the grandmother’s confession had been delivered to Horn’s desk by the Cheka shortly after she surrendered.
In her confession, the grandmother candidly admitted that she was a Royal Court spy from the very beginning, a role passed down since her father’s generation.
Truly a family of traitors.
But when considering her background, Horn felt it was unexpected yet reasonable.
The grandmother was a Norn, living in the northern border areas near vampires.
Imperial People often slander these northern Norn Nobility, claiming nine out of ten are colluding with vampires.
Horn always thought this was regional prejudice, or that his grandmother Vivian was an exception.
She was different.
Unlike those who betray without gain due to pure faith, the grandmother was indeed different.
She clearly belonged to the category of practical traitors.
And this definition of traitor was quite intriguing because most members of the Black Snake Bay Secret Faction had received Royal Court assistance.
Allowing the Pope to promote Holy Tree faith within the Royal Court yet without permitting any Royal Court espionage within the Empire seemed contradictory.
In this regard, even the Ruo’an Faction was no exception.
Back then, any force against the Empire and the Church had some connections with the Royal Court.
The reason Horn’s Holy Alliance wasn’t approached by vampires was mainly due to rapid emergence, combined with Serafe’s move which severed ties between Black Snake Bay and the Royal Court.
The grandmother claimed that when Serafe was still around, she was tasked to relay information from Serafe to the Sorrido Clan.
After Serafe’s disappearance, the intel she provided to vampires was often exchanged for resources.
So, she wasn’t considered a traitor.
The main goal was to continue the existence of the Kush people while assisting the Ruo’an Faction.
Since Horn’s victory at the Battle of Black Mountain and the subsequent unification of Langsande County, she hadn’t submitted any intel to the vampires.
Her actions were a rebellion against the Church, if deemed criminal so would the actions of Louise, Ottatila, and others.
Hence, she wasn’t treasonous.
Her introduction of the Sorrido Clan’s vampire to Horn was a sacrifice necessary for the safety of the Holy Alliance.
Otherwise, had she kept hiding her secret, who would have really uncovered it?
At her age, it was merely a matter of burying secrets alongside yellow earth and history.
Whether her words were true or false, Horn wasn’t concerned for now; he wanted to see the Sorrido Clan’s vampire.
After all, this was a clan Sarafe originated from, maybe there was something relevant?
The heavy oak doors of the meeting room were pushed open by military police, and Horn immediately smelled a faint hint of blood.
Stepping inside, the first thing he saw was a military policeman standing by the wall.
Twenty military police were wearing the Holy Alliance’s latest light steel armor, hands on the spring-loaded guns at their waists, staring straight at the center of the room.
The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tightly, isolating the wind and snow outside.
Several whale-oil lamps hung from the ceiling, casting a warm light over the dust particles swirling in the air.
In the center of the meeting room, a dozen iron chains hung down from the ceiling, with a standing figure at the end.
He wore a deep purple silk ceremonial outfit, with silver-threaded patterns at the collar and cuffs, his hair meticulously groomed.
Despite being bound by chains, his posture remained elegant.
Surrounding him were four monks in white robes, holding crosses and Holy Water, ready to eliminate this vampire at any moment.
Upon hearing footsteps, the figure slowly raised his head.
Horn could clearly see his face.
Skin so pale it was almost transparent, red pupils, a controlled smile.
If not for that overly pale skin and red pupils, he would look just like any ordinary noble.
"Your Majesty Saint Sun’s presence truly honors me greatly." The vampire nodded slightly, "I am Ezrelek, a descendant of Hilov family from the Sorrido Clan."
Not speaking directly, Horn sat in the chair opposite to him.
In the past, he would never have done this.
Such a close encounter with a vampire was not his style.
But now things were different; if this vampire intended any harm, Horn could quickly dispatch a Divine Art to send him to the western heavens.
Gesturing to the military police to remain calm, he focused intently on the vampire and, getting straight to the point, asked: "Mr. Ezrelek, correct?"
"Yes, great Your Majesty Saint Sun." Ezrelek greeted with considerable courtesy.
Unlike many human nobles’ arrogance before Horn, this vampire was oddly polite.
Perhaps his manners were too proper, making Horn momentarily feel as if...
"Why did your Sorrido Clan take such effort to contact me? Vivian mentioned you have secrets about Serafe; is that true?"
Ezrelek chuckled lightly, "You are indeed as direct as the rumors say, Your Majesty, but please allow me a moment.
To explain all this, I must first speak of the history of the Sorrido Clan.
After all, everything we discuss today is closely related to that history."
Horn stared at him for two seconds before nodding, "Just make it brief, I don’t want the story, I want the truth."
"As you wish." Ezrelek cleared his throat and squinted slightly as if recalling, "The first generation Prince of the Sorrido Clan wasn’t born a vampire, but rather an El Nobility from Li Yang City.
