Chapter 56: Submission

"Bring Marcus to me." Fulade walked before Victor and said slowly.

Victor had not the slightest hesitation, nodding and agreeing at once.

"Weiluona," Fulade said.

As his words fell, while the vampire lords were still in puzzlement—

A graceful figure had already appeared before Fulade.

"So fast, where did she come from?"

They only felt their eyes blur slightly, and this woman's figure had already appeared within the hall.

What this meant was self-evident.

"Doesn't that mean—if he wanted to kill them, it would be effortless!" The vampire lords successively turned pale in horror and looked at one another.

"Master~" Weiluona called out in a sweet voice.

Fulade nodded and smiled, "Mm, Weiluona, you will accompany Victor on a trip."

Weiluona nodded and looked toward Victor.

Victor looked at Weiluona with some apprehension, and when he clearly saw who had come, he could not help but suddenly exclaim, "Princess Weiluona~!"

And just as the other lords were also sizing up this suddenly appeared figure with shock and uncertainty, that exclamation made their expressions change drastically once more.

"Princess?"

Vervia had no princess; only the neighboring Transylvania had a princess, and that princess was Weiluona~!

When the vampire lords saw clearly that tall, graceful figure and once more cast their gazes toward Fulade, at this moment, they suddenly had a thought—this world was perhaps about to undergo a great upheaval.

The instant this thought arose, their breathing could not help but grow rapid.

Even Amelia, who had already pledged allegiance behind him, could not help but grow fervent when she looked at Fulade at this moment.

Power, war, honor, profit—all sorts of desires for authority and gain were not privileges enjoyed only by men.

As a rare female noble with real power, Amelia was equally enthusiastic about such things.

Fulade paid no attention to whatever thoughts the crowd had, only slowly casting his gaze toward the remaining three vampire lords.

"If you wish to submit to me, you must show your sincerity." Fulade stepped up onto the table and chairs and said flatly.

Sincerity? The three exchanged a glance.

They understood this was equivalent to a pledge of loyalty.

"Prince, I am willing to offer fifty percent of my territory's revenue for three years, and thirty percent of annual revenue thereafter. At Prince's command, my Verloan family will follow Prince's lead~!"

This was the sturdily built middle-aged vampire from before; from how quickly he was the first to react and make a decision, it was already fully proven that he was no simple figure.

As Viscount Verloan spoke up, the other two also had their minds opened and followed suit one after another.

Looking at the three who were at least sensible of the times, Fulade said in anger:

"Do I look like someone short of this bit of money, hm~?!"

Seeing how terrified and badly frightened they looked, Fulade then changed his tone: "Hand all this money over to—uh—Amelia, then." He looked back at Amelia, whose gaze was fervent yet filled with awe, and then added:

"I give you a task: tame as many werewolves as possible for my use. Also—"

"Drive the Wolf Disaster to spread toward the Holy Court's ruled territories~!!" In that instant, the entire hall seemed to be enveloped by a vast dark aura.

After a bout of rapid breathing, everyone dropped to their knees with a thunderous response, gladly accepting the order.

At this moment, deep in their hearts, an unprecedented excitement inexplicably rose up; they no longer had the subconscious fear and resistance they once felt upon hearing the Holy Court's name.

As they now deeply felt the terrifying aura Fulade exuded—enough to suffocate them alive—Fulade's image suddenly grew towering and grand. Though they had never witnessed the majesty of gods, it did not prevent them from treating Fulade as one, because in their eyes, Fulade at this moment was no different from a god.

Now that they felt they had a backer, these vampire lords' courage naturally grew.

Because in their hearts at this time, if problems arose, Fulade would naturally be above to handle things.

At the very least, when they encountered danger, they could entirely seek Fulade's protection—this was the reason for their excitement the moment they felt Fulade's terrifying aura.

Fulade looked with satisfaction at everything before him; having achieved the effect he wanted, Fulade withdrew the dreadful aura he was releasing at full force.

He did not spare another glance at the vampire lords who suddenly collapsed to the ground as he withdrew his aura.

Fulade said, "Since you have received your tasks, go and carry them out quickly."

"Whoever does well, I will not be stingy with rewards."

"Including—the power of the high Blood Race."

Hearing these words, the vampire lords' eyes immediately revealed a fervent glint, and they became full of drive.

Because they thought of Fulade's terrifying aura, and the sight of dozens of vampire warriors dying miserably on the spot at a single glance.

Then they thought of Princess Weiluona's shocking speed just displayed.

In their minds, even if they could not reach the level of Prince Fulade, they could at least reach that of Miss Weiluona.

Watching these vampire lords leave with faces full of excitement, Fulade could not help but reveal a wicked smile at the corner of his lips.

Having already given them sufficient deterrence, he naturally also needed to let them taste a bit of sweetness.

The carrot and the stick had always been an eternal truth.

These great wisdoms, long tested by ancestors, were highly effective means of winning hearts no matter the era or the world.

Amelia suddenly spoke up, "Master."

Fulade looked at Amelia's hesitating manner, frowned slightly, and asked, "What is it, speak~"

"Master~ these werewolves, though they also possess the ability to continue infecting humans, the probability of infection has already become very small."

"If you want the Wolf Disaster to continue spreading on a large scale, the only way is to release William and let it expand the scale, first raising the numbers." Amelia chose her words with great care, advising Fulade first.

Fulade looked at Amelia with some surprise, his gaze rather appreciative.

"Not bad, you did well."

Hearing Fulade's praise, a glint of excitement could not help but flash through Amelia's eyes.

"Then what reward would you like? I can satisfy you with anything." Fulade continued.

Amelia, upon hearing this, felt her breathing involuntarily become somewhat hurried, and instinctively wanted to blurt out, "I want to gain greater power."

But at the crucial moment of blurting it out, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and her words took a turn, becoming,

"I wish to always serve by the Master's side; please, Master, give Amelia this opportunity."

As her words fell, Amelia prostrated herself on the ground, voluntarily performing the act of kissing the feet, to show her utmost humble submission and loyalty to Fulade.

Looking at the female Count before him, who had always presented herself with a cold and gorgeous demeanor, now she had become one groveling at his feet, seeking to win his favor.

Fulade felt a strong urge to destroy and conquer welling up in his heart.

Especially seeing that even if Amelia showed the utmost submission and flattery, her naturally cold and arrogant face remained icy, this desire to destroy her only grew stronger.

(End of chapter)