Everyone around remained silent, not knowing where to begin speaking. There was so much information revealed all at once that it was almost incredible.
Finally, after so many years of searching for the body of the first vampire, they were close to achieving their plans. Sanguis took a step forward, wanting to immediately discover where the body was.
"Young Sylas, where is he?"
"Before anything else, Master Belthar would like to ask for one more thing..."
"Lord Belthar can ask for anything. So you don't need to be shy."
It was possible to see how much Sanguis wanted to know where the body was, and it wasn't just him. The other councilors were also anxious, as those vampires desired that body because of a legendary item they had found.
The item could transfer all of one person's power to another, but only once. Furthermore, depending on the difference between the levels of those involved, the result could be limited. For example, if someone from the First Circle used the item against someone from the Ninth Circle, they would only receive enough power to reach their own limit.
Since almost all members of the council were Eighth Circle, they could advance to the Ninth Circle and thus create a third, even more powerful being.
The first to come up with this plan had been the Ninth Circle Draven Morcant, the most important councilor and the one who gave orders to the others. The only problem was that he had trusted too much in the idea that everyone would obey his order to give the power to him.
'It is quite possible that they will betray each other to ascend. This will make Draven angry, but they aren't very afraid, since he managed to reach the same level years ago.'
"He wants you to eliminate some Eighth Circle humans with high potential."
"We will gladly do that, young Sylas."
Sylas took out a letter and handed it to the four councilors.
"All right. I will tell my master that the negotiations went well..."
It contained information about the names and magic of the possible opponents. They were dangerous people, capable of causing great problems if left free, but there weren't many of them. In total, there were only three names.
"What is written below is his location. It is a place where the body of our Lord is being prepared to serve as a vessel for a disgusting being."
"What? Who dares to do this to our first vampire?"
"This is an insult!"
Under the mask, Enrico gave a slight smile upon seeing the fake outburst of the old men in front of him.
'As if you actually cared about that.'
Those vampires only wanted to ensure that nothing happened to the body. They did not care at all about the disrespect committed against Zerathis. After all, they themselves did not respect him, considering him weak because of his feelings, going so far as to despise him.
[A bunch of idiots.]
"Master also asked you to eliminate all the members of this cult. Do not let any of them leave there alive."
"Understood. We will go immediately as soon as the blood hunters return."
Sylas gave a slight bow before looking at the councilors.
"Very well. Now I will meet with my master and leave everything in your hands."
Sylas gave them one last nod and began walking away. Before leaving, however, he noticed Malakar's fists clenching so tightly that blood was actually dripping from them.
A small smile appeared on his face. For someone so arrogant toward the weak and so desperate for approval, it must be horrible to be surpassed by an E-Rank vampire, whom he considered insignificant, while his own grandfather treated Sylas as a servant of one of the first vampires.
'Besides, he must have already understood that I am a "follower" of one of the first vampires. Knowing him well, when he gets home, he will destroy everything he finds in his path.'
"Let's go, Corvina."
"Right, master."
Sylas cast one last glance at that vampire who should be Malakar's brother, who was leaving without being noticed. For some reason, he felt like he knew him, but it wasn't because of the original story. After all, that boy never really appeared in the events Enrico knew.
As soon as the two left, the four councilors turned to observe their grandsons. Some were dead, which disappointed some of them, while others no longer expected anything from those descendants and simply ignored them.
"Mortalis, get all this trash out of here."
"Yes, sir."
The guard who had been saved by Sylas bowed and called the other guards to help him. Sanguis passed by his grandson with a look of disappointment before stopping for a moment.
"I left that girl in your hands even when I saw that you were playing with her. It seems she was a disappointment. It's a good thing young Sylas came with a message from our Lord."
He passed by his grandson without showing any emotion. Malakar continued clenching his fists, causing blood to run down his hands. He had done so much to obtain that small opportunity given by his grandfather, so how had that trash managed to become the servant of one of the first vampires? He simply could not believe that his plan to become a councilor was becoming more and more distant.
'All of this is that damned woman's fault for escaping. And, thanks to this shit, that trash appeared. I can't let this go.'
Malakar walked through another part of the city, going unnoticed by the other vampires. He would eliminate the two, but first he would accept his younger brother's proposal. When he arrived home, he began kicking everything in his path before entering a room. It was his brother's room, who had left as soon as he realized that his grandfather had finished talking to Sylas.
"Vladimir, open the door. I accept your proposal."
The door immediately opened and that young vampire came out. Upon looking at his brother, who seemed furious, Vladimir raised an eyebrow, trying to understand what had happened. Noticing his brother's confusion, Malakar explained everything, making his brother let out a small laugh.
"Hehehe... is that serious? You actually got scolded by the old man?"
Malakar entered the room and saw everything completely disorganized. A strong smell of decomposing bodies filled the room, making him cover his nose. Near the open window, there was a pile of bodies without a drop of blood.
"If you're already finished eating, give the bodies to the servants to take outside."
"I'll throw them out later. You know I like watching bodies rot."
Vladimir lay down and yawned. His plan was simple: steal the sacred item and use it on his older brother so that the two could escape and do whatever they wanted on another continent. Of course, they would be executed if they were caught, but Vladimir only wanted to be able to eat as much as he wanted.
'I wanted to see his body rot too, but the two of us will die before anything else.'
While his brother kicked the bodies out of the window with an expression of disgust, a memory appeared in Vladimir's mind. On the ground, he saw his own blood while clutching his throat and staring at a person leaning against the wall, laughing while crying.
"What a bad ending."
(Your judgment is not over.)
As he remembered that last sentence spoken by the man before both of them died, as well as the words he had heard shortly before closing his eyes, Malakar stood up.
"What is the name of the boy who bothered you?"
"Don't tell me you are interested in him too. I'm warning you now that I'll kill you if you take a step backward."
Malakar already knew his brother's plan. He had probably accepted it to become stronger, escape, and return to take everything by force when he reached the level he considered sufficient.
"I'm not going to take a step backward... It's just that I simply feel like I know him from somewhere."
"Well, you two are at the same level. So maybe it's just you recognizing someone of equal level."
Deciding to ignore his brother and the contempt he showed toward his level, Vladimir looked out the window while thinking about the relationship he had had in his past life.
'Don't worry. It's been fifteen years since your death... there is no way Saul could be here.'