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Chapter 149: Lanchi Exposes the Bloodline's Secrets
Chapter 149: Lanchi Exposes the Bloodline's Secrets
In the depths of night, on the second floor of Liechtenstein Castle, the room was so quiet that only the gentle whisper of the breeze through the ancient window frames could be heard.
Moonlight seeped into the room, casting a silvery glow over the ancient carpets and furniture, bathing everything in a cold, ethereal light.
The atmosphere in the room was tense, with an air of mystery lurking in every corner.
"Your Highness, Alexia, please calm yourself for a moment. We can talk slowly," Lanchi said, his voice as calm as ever.
Although Hepburn had remained silent throughout, she now stared at Lanchi, her eyes wide, as if she had frozen mid-thought. She had only hoped that Lanchi would be able to glean some information about the Krexe Empire that might be relevant to Duke Milaya. She had intended to quietly listen in on their conversation.
Never did she expect that Lanchi would reveal such a huge secret with just a few words! When Lanchi predicted the fall of the Krexe Empire in front of the princess, Hepburn was so shocked that she almost interrupted him.
But what surprised Hepburn the most was the princess' reaction.
Could he... could he be right?
How did he know about this? And what else does he know about the secrets of the Krexe Empire?! Hepburn's emotions were in turmoil.
She felt a mix of joy at Lanchi's seemingly accurate prediction and confusion as to how he knew so much, along with a sense of unreality, as if this were all a dream.
In the midst of this tense atmosphere, Princess Alexia finally sat back down in her chair, her eyes never leaving Lanchi. Although she didn't know what secrets Lanchi held, she could no longer ignore his words.
"Who is currently in control of the Krexe Empire? Is it the Third Progenitor, Duke Lasalle, the Seventh Progenitor, Marquise Heritier, or the Eighth Progenitor, Marquess Somerset?" Lanchi asked, seeing that Princess Alexia had regained her focus.
He valued openness and honesty above all else. There would be plenty of time to discuss the finer details in the days to come. For now, he just wanted to quickly gather the most crucial information.
"?" Princess Alexia, however, looked confused, clearly unfamiliar with the names Lanchi had mentioned.
"Wait a moment," Lanchi said, realizing that true names were of utmost importance to the bloodline, and they would not reveal their true names within the empire.
If the progenitors found out that he could reveal their true names, as he had just done with the Thirteen Progenitors, they would likely come after him immediately.
Lanchi briefly explained the situation to Hepburn and left the bedroom alone. He made his way along the dimly lit stone brick corridor, a path he had come to know well, and soon arrived at the castle's second-floor library, which was well-stocked with paper and pens.
In one of the drawers, he found some paper and a pencil, then sat down at the largest writing desk in the center of the room.
The soft, yellowish light filled the library, and the scent of old books hung heavy in the air, a testament to the history that resided within these walls. It felt as if this place had been forgotten by time, and Lanchi was the only one who remained, quietly keeping its secrets.
Lanchi began to sketch portraits of the three bloodline members on the paper. His fingers moved gently across the page, the sound of the pencil scratching against the paper echoing through the empty library.
In his memory, before the timeline of the main story, these three were the highest-ranking and most powerful members of the bloodline.
Next was the Ninth Progenitor, Marquess Bernhard.
If the plot were to "smoothly" progress from here, and the blood tribe were to find and unlock the seals of the Second Progenitor, the Blood Prince, and the First Progenitor, the True King, then there would truly be hope for the blood moon to bring ruin once more.
Lanchi didn't deliberately set out to create a masterpiece, but rather let his brushstrokes flow with his memories. Rough outlines began to take shape on the paper, and though the drawings were casual, his strokes were clean and crisp, as if imbued with a magical quality that brought the figures to life on the page.
After about ten minutes, he finally completed the three quick sketches.
Lanchi immediately stood up, holding the three sheets of paper, and made his way back to Bedroom 201 along the corridor, which was full of traces of the passage of time.
Pushing open the door, he quickly returned to the long table.
"These three individuals are the progenitors of the blood tribe and the root cause of the corruption within the Krexe Empire."
Lanchi placed the portraits one by one in front of Princess Alexia.
They were a trio of androgynous youths with delicate features, a sharp-eyed young man, and a cold-hearted young woman.
However, the moment Princess Alexia laid eyes on these three drawings, her previously calm expression transformed into one of sheer terror, as if she had stepped into a nightmare.
Hepburn's gaze darted back and forth between the princess's face and the artwork, her eyes wide with surprise.
This was the first time she had ever seen a painting crafted by Lanchi's own hand.
Even though these were just three hastily drawn sketches, they were incredibly lifelike.
Even Princess Alexia herself had not realized the true extent of their resemblance, and these few strokes of the brush had unleashed a primal fear from deep within her soul, as if she were beholding the blood tribe progenitors in the flesh!
"..." Alexia's voice trembled.
She couldn't fathom how someone could possibly understand the crisis facing the Krexe Empire to such a degree! The one she feared the most was the young man Lanchi had referred to as the Eighth Progenitor, Marquess Somerset, who currently served as their Empire's Minister of Defense.
She had also caught glimpses of the Seventh Progenitor, Marquise Heritier, within the royal palace.
But Alexia knew that a mere eighth-rank Marquess would not be able to corrupt the Empire on their own.
There had to be another, more powerful blood tribe member pulling the strings from the shadows, one she had not yet detected.
Try as she might, she couldn't pinpoint their location.
But now, as Lanchi's words and drawings fell into place, she finally knew the truth.
The true mastermind behind it all was the Third Progenitor, Duke Lasalle—a seemingly innocent and friendly new student at the Krexe Royal Academy, who appeared no different from a regular human.
Lanchi claimed that this individual was a blood tribe duke?!
A suffocating sense of dread enveloped Alexia, and she nearly broke down, covering her mouth with her hands as tears welled up in her eyes.
She had never imagined that a blood tribe duke could be lurking so close, toying with everyone as if they were mere playthings.
Even she, who believed herself to be closest to the truth, had only seen the surface.
Was there still hope for the Empire?
"..." Lanchi raised his hand, and the Great Lover poet, understanding his intent, dismissed his summoned state.
At this moment, keeping the Great Lover poet around any longer would likely hinder Princess Alexia's ability to think and converse rationally.
"I'm sorry... I did my best to keep the drawings rough," Lanchi apologized.
He hadn't anticipated that these three sketches would have such a profound psychological impact on Princess Alexia.
(End of Chapter)
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