522 Chapter 522: Scheming in the Shadows (1/2)
A group of vampires marched solemnly down the corridor, led by the charismatic and strong figure of Xu Wu Cheng.
No…his real name was Yi Tai, and he was one of the princes of a vampire clan that had been eventually subsumed into the Crimson Blood Demonic Night Clan. Striding firmly and determinedly at the front of many bishounen vampires who were aesthetically designed to make fangirls squeal, he led his posse through grand double doors and into a large hall that was intricately designed for the fallen nobility of the vampire clans.
Pausing at the front of what resembled a throne, he placed his hand on his chest and lowered his head respectfully. Following their leader's cue, the entire group of bishounen vampires also placed their hands over their chests and bowed their heads, their eyes closed. If one did not see them walk into the throne room earlier, they would have mistaken the very still crowd of kneeling figures for finely carved sculptures, their pale skin remisicent of marble or alabaster.
”Greetings to you, sir.”
For a prince to show so much respect and speak so humbly, the other party must be quite the remarkable individual. A king, or perhaps even a god. Indifferent to how his revered status mattered little before the being before him, Yi Tai continued reporting.
”Saint Teresa Academy will be vulnerable this evening. We can attack them at sunset. The barrier of silver crosses in the northern side has been destroyed. We can enter from there.” Pausing to take a breath, Yi Tai resumed his report. Evidently he was unaware that I had fixed the the barrier of silver crosses shortly after Nan Gong Ji Yan tried to sabotage it. What, you thought I was spying on her for nothing? ”On top of that, the members of Guang Zhi Yi Sect have taken the drug, which will impair their fighting capability. Our biggest threat has been effectively neutralized.”
”You mean the biggest threat to us young ones, right?” A smile crossed the face of the person who Yi Tai was reporting to. He was the beggar from earlier, his radiant smile concealed under the black, seemingly filthy cloak that he wore to disguise himself. ”But even so, there remains the elite students – the ones who represented Saint Teresa Academy during the tournament. What of Kureha Franklin, Eliza Franklin, Lute Dragoon, Miura La Noir, Kufa van Peer, Rossetti Picket and the others?”
”Kureha Franklin and Eliza Franklin have left on a mission. I do not think the others will pose much of a threat, what with their leader and her cousin missing. The only person we should worry about is Lute Dragoon.”
”You can leave that Mary Sue to me.” The supposed beggar chuckled, aware that only a Mary Sue could beat another Mary Sue. And he was much more of a bishounen Mary Sue than any Mary Sue that a horny teenage Indonesian whose brain had been dominated by hormones could conjure. He chuckled. ”We'll leave Teresa Taylor, the teachers and the veterans to my father and the adults. We young ones have been assigned to attack only the students.”
”Yes, of course, sir. I was only referring to the biggest threats among the students, not counting the representatives. I thought they would leave with the Franklin cousins, but it appeared that my intelligence was wrong. I have already punished my agent thoroughly for that error, of course.” Yi Tai kept his head lowered. ”Apart from the Guang Zhi Yi Sect, I don't think the other students are strong enough to withstand our attack.”
”Well done.”
Taking off his hood and cloak, the beggar revealed himself to be a dazzling, handsome young man with long, dark blue hair that flowed just past his shoulders. He was none other than the crown prince of the Crimson Blood Demonic Night Clan, Fan Le Lao.
”Sir, I heard that you've already visited that school?”
Fan Le Lao smiled at Xu Wu Cheng's question. ”Of course I did. Whenever Father chooses a place for drinking human blood, I always disguise myself as a beggar. I enjoy such games. I've always been fascinated by the transformations such as the switch between the rich and the poor, which reminds me of what happened when I was a child.”
Looking up, Fan Le Lao gazed nostalgically at the crescent moon, which had taken on an eerie, blood-red color. Wait, wasn't it still day? Oh no, it was just a painting. It had to be a painting. Otherwise it made no sense chronologically, since they were supposed to attack at sunset, but the moon was already somehow out!
Was the manhua artist delirious when cooking up this nonsensical story?!
Fortunately, there wasn't much time to dwell on the inconsistency or the manhua artist's laziness (did nobody bother to check if the dialogue matched the background, setting or story?) because Fan Le Lao chose that moment to speak up again. He turned his back on his young followers, acting all dramatic.
”Ah, right. There's a girl named Zhao Yan. I want her to be alive.”
”Yes.” As Xu Wu Cheng acknowledged his order, a smile crept across Fan Le Lao's face.
”Kill everyone else. Make sure no one survives. Send the order out – we will bath Saint Teresa Academy in blood tonight.”
”Understood, sir.”
*
”Are you serious?”
As I expected, my friends didn't seem to believe me. Rossetti Picket crossed her arms and glared at me, her expression incredulous. Miura La Noir seemed as if she didn't know whether she should be laughing. Kufa Van Peer, on the other hand, shrugged nonchalantly.
”Yes, I am. There will be an attack tonight. Hell, the Guang Zhi Yi Sect has already prepared for it!”
”Then why aren't they here?” Miura asked, amused.
That was a good question. I had invited them over, but they refused to come. Yi Shen and Kai Lin trusted me even less than they did Ji Yan, and that was saying something.
By the way, the moon was no longer out, and somehow the sun was back up in the blue skies. Seriously, I didn't understand what was going on anymore. If you were going to launch the attack at sunset, the moon shouldn't be out in the night sky. Either the writer and manhua artist were not in sync, or if they were one and the same person, there was no proper editing process where someone actually checked for consistency.
That aside, I was glad that the sun was back up, but that only meant we had a few hours before the real attack was launched. I had to quickly persuade my friends that I wasn't delusional or they would die along with the rest. Furthermore, I couldn't fight all the vampires on my own.
”Have you told the teachers?” Kufa asked. I nodded.
”But they don't believe me.”