Victor suppressed his inner panic and regained his composure. "Today's conflict is an internal strife within my vampire clan."
"Now, outsiders have infiltrated the council with strange magic, interfering in our domestic affairs. Kraven plotting a rebellion, bewitching Selene, and colluding with forces from beyond the realm to destabilize the castle. This is no longer just an old case; it is an invasion of our territory by foreign powers!"
After being recognized, Viktor then questioned Draco: "Foreign magical power? You want to interfere in our affairs?"
Draco wasn't fooled, he simply said:
"We will not make things difficult for innocent people."
These words shook the minds of countless Death Dealers.
The soldiers were already in disarray and full of doubts. Upon hearing this, they hesitated even more. They were unaware of the truth of the past, and now they were even less willing to fight to the death against an unknown and powerful enemy.
Seeing the unrest, Vik wanted to stabilize the situation, so he immediately refuted Draco's words. "That's Diadem! What constitutes innocence is not for an outsider to define!"
"Today, the council deals with traitors according to the laws passed down through generations of vampires. Your unauthorized intrusion and the use of magic to disarm my people constitute interference in our internal affairs!"
At this moment, Trillian arrogantly ordered, "Stop talking nonsense and confess your crimes now, or you'll live a little longer. Otherwise, I'll kill you right now."
Victor's face turned ashen.
The only ones who used magic were a man and a woman, and the woman's scent was different from theirs; she was probably just an ordinary person.
Being publicly ordered to confess his crimes by an ordinary outsider was a tremendous humiliation for him. Victor was enraged. "Insolence! How dare a mere mortal speak so arrogantly to me!"
The Death Dealers heard an ordinary man rebuke their progenitor, and many vampires showed expressions of humiliation.
Some of the veterans were filled with rage and wanted to do something, but they were wary of the wands in Draco and Draco's hands and dared not act rashly.
Kahn also had a furrowed brow.
The fact that a mortal would so blatantly trample on the dignity of the highest elder of the vampire clan also shattered the vampire clan's deep-seated concept of hierarchy.
Draco was too lazy to listen to another word of nonsense.
He's a thousand-year-old vampire; if you keep arguing, he can talk until nightfall. He simply raised his wand and pointed it at Victor: "Since you refuse to face the truth, then there's no need for further words."
A Imprisonment Charm shot out from the tip of the staff, heading straight for Victor.
Seeing the beam of light approaching, Victor's black robes billowed, instantly activating his battle form. The power of a thousand-year-old vampire erupted rapidly. Facing magical power, he didn't choose a direct confrontation, but instead launched himself backward, attempting to leap off the throne.
As he leaped, his claws ripped up the stone throne armrests, sending shards of rock hurtling towards the Accio magical beam. He then pounced on Draco and the others, closely following the debris.
However, physical objects cannot block spell beams.
The spell pierced through the gravel and struck Victor directly.
Victor is made of flesh and blood and has absolutely no magic resistance.
After being hit, his body instantly stiffened.
Propelled forward by inertia, it flew a short distance before crashing heavily onto the cold stone floor. Its limbs were stiff, its mouth was sealed by magic, and only its eyes could move.
At this point, fear appeared in Viktor's eyes.
Seeing this, Kahn immediately addressed all the vampires behind him:
"All personnel, remain in place and stand by."
Twenty or thirty vampires witnessed this scene and offered no resistance. The progenitor was suppressed by a spell, let alone the rest of them.
Their prized silver spears, claws, self-healing abilities, and speed are all meaningless before the rules of this magical power.
Without exception, they all gave up resistance and acquiesced: the elders were guilty, the tide had turned, and magic was irresistible.
After defeating Viktor, Draco put away his wand, turned to Kraven, and asked, "What are you planning to do next?"
Kraven was silent for a moment, then gave a bitter laugh:
"I think it's time for me to leave the vampire clan."
He said self-deprecatingly:
"Everyone knows about my collusion with Werewolf. Even if I expose Victor's crimes today, the stain will never be washed away. No one in the castle will truly trust me."
"Staying here will only breed more suspicion. Power and all that... let's save our lives first."
Selene stared at him in shock, never expecting that Kraven, who had spent his entire life scheming for power, could so readily relinquish it.
Trillian was also puzzled. "I could sense your strong desire for power during our conversation... how come you're giving it up now...?"
Hermione, on the other hand, admired him. "It's good that you think that way. Actually, your chances of taking power were already very slim."
"Actually, I don't want to give up either," Kraven said honestly. "But I think they won't let me go."
Trillian laughed and complained:
"Isn't it a bit late for you to think of this now...?"
Draco spoke up, "Let's leave this country."
Although Kraven's thinking still leans towards his own, and he is indeed capable—otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to climb to such a high position— Draco really doesn't dare to use him. This kind of person is like a sharp blade without a sheath, which could turn on him at any time.
Kraven understood immediately; the other party had refused.
Kraven gave a wry smile, "Leaving this country... is for the best. To wander in foreign lands, far from the conflict between vampires and werewolves."
"This might be my only way to survive."
"I've lived for hundreds of years, struggled for so long, never imagining I'd end up with nothing, exiled to a foreign land."
Trillian offered a rare, serious reassurance. "Exile sounds terrible, but it's better than losing your head. I've seen too many people who lost their gambles and didn't even get the chance to leave."
"Thank you."
With the situation settled, Selene turned to Kahn and entrusted him, saying, " Kahn, you're in charge of handling the aftermath for the vampires. Victor, we'll take him away and deal with him."
"Are you leaving too?" Kahn asked, his expression complicated.
"I never belonged here."
Kahn opened his mouth, but in the end, he only managed to utter one sentence:
There are still people here who appreciate you.
Selene simply nodded slightly, without saying anything more.
She knew that from the moment she publicly revealed the truth and confronted the supreme authority of her tribe, this land would no longer tolerate her.
However, compared to Kraven, whose crimes were undeniable and who deserved to be killed by everyone, she did not betray her tribe and would not be hunted down to death.
Hermione and Draco exchanged a glance.
Draco shook his head slightly, and Hermione nodded helplessly. Draco teleported away with Kraven and Viktor, while Hermione followed closely behind with Trillian and Selene.