Chaotic Princess (continued)
Three days later!
Nangong Natsuki gazed wistfully at the girls dining in front of her.
Even the other diners at the same table kept glancing at the girls at this table.
Nothing more!
It's really rare to see five girls who look exactly alike; they're like a dream.
The man surrounded by a group of young girls naturally aroused the jealousy of all the men in the room.
What are your plans with them?
Nangong Natsuki's tone was filled with a profound sense of powerlessness, because she had just learned something from William that she really didn't want to hear.
"What else can we do? We'll ask for their opinions. Those who want to stay outside can stay, and those who want to return to Star Source return!"
William said nonchalantly.
The personalities of the Vessel are also quite different, at least to his knowledge.
Of the four Vessel he obtained yesterday, only the No. 9 expressed its longing for the outside world.
The remaining Vessel all expressed that being absorbed was their greatest wish.
"That's alright, otherwise, with twelve undead Vessel of the Fourth Progenitor running Island of Gen'ei, I think I might have died prematurely."
Nangong Natsuki patted her non-existent chest, feeling slightly relieved.
No way!
She had just learned of William's decision to settle permanently on Island of Gen'ei after the Feast of Blazing Light.
This made her feel that her already bleak life had become even bleaker.
His decision not to make all the Vessel like Aurora gave her a brief moment of relief.
"Then let's go!"
Seeing that everyone had finished eating, William glanced at the time again and nodded in agreement with Nangong Natsuki's suggestion.
The four vampire lolis also stood up at the same time, elegantly wiped their mouths, and stood expressionless beside William.
Only Aurora hopped and skipped, hanging directly around William's neck.
Nangong Natsuki shook her head helplessly, opened the lace parasol in her hand, and an eerie purple magic circle instantly unfolded.
The dazzling sunlight refracted onto the crystal-clear Ice Coffin, reflecting a brilliant and captivating light.
"This guy really has a rather wicked sense of humor."
He was a young boy, around twelve or thirteen years old.
He wore a loose white robe, adorned with dazzling gold jewelry, had black hair and brown skin, and possessed a pair of golden eyes.
His face was youthful, yet he exuded a majesty akin to that of a young lion.
"It's a pity we don't know who did it."
The boy, with a hint of regret, stretched out his palm and flicked his finger across the Ice Coffin.
Suddenly, a gust of wind, as if from a demon, swept in, bringing with it a thin, golden mist.
"I do have some guesses about the person who made the move. Should I inform His Iblisber Yagiz who this person is?"
The young man wore a fitted white suit, had short blond hair, and emerald green eyes, exuding an air of noble elegance.
Iblisber didn't turn around; he simply uttered those words softly.
"So it really was you sent by 'Domain of the War King,' you truly are the insane man just as rumored, Dimitrie Vatra."
"Shall we begin this banquet with a conversation between you and me?"
As he lowered the object placed on the Ice Coffin, Iblisber slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on Vatra.
A terrifying magical power surged from Iblisber's body, fully demonstrating his status as a direct descendant of the True Ancestor.
Indeed, the boy in front of them could be considered one of the fewest vampires below the True Ancestor.
This is because he is the biological son of the Second True Ancestor, "Eye of Extinction," and the ninth prince of the Extinction Dynasty.
With the magic he inherited, let alone nobles, even the ancient third-generation vampire elders were nothing in his eyes.
Yet, amidst this terrifying torrent of magic, Vatra remained completely undisturbed, as if bathed in a gentle breeze.
He calmly removed the white gloves he was wearing, shrugged, and said...
"While His Iblisber's suggestion is good, I do not wish for this rare meeting to be ruined."
Vatra suppressed the restless emotions that had been churning within him ever since he saw the Ice Coffin. His eyes were fixed on the Ice Coffin, filled with a look of longing.
"After all, there might be someone among the Electors that I know very well!"
"Oh? This is really making me more and more curious. Who exactly is this person who can pique your curiosity?"
Iblisber withdrew his magic, a look of curiosity on his face.
He is relatively young, only a few hundred years old, so he is far less thrill-seeking than vampires who have lived for thousands of years.
Vatra took two steps forward, extended his arm, which was almost entirely covered in scales, and placed it directly on the Ice Coffin.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
The purple liquid slid down the ice from my palm, making a sound similar to corrosion.
"It seems to be that person's masterpiece."
Vatra was overjoyed. He was very familiar with this ice, because the Ice Coffin that had completely frozen him that day looked exactly the same as this one.
"That Snake Old Man!"
Iblisber gave a displeased snort. He had already spoken up twice, but this guy was still playing riddles with him.
"Oh dear! Please forgive my rudeness, Your Highness!"
"I just got a little carried away earlier. Now let me explain my guess to you."