Chapter 131: Time to Wake Up the Party
Hearing Jasmine’s words, the vampire inside opened the door without hesitation. He was greeted by a human maid. Yes, Jasmine was committed to her role. She had come in her maid uniform. Tonight, it was Jasmine, the human maid who had worked at Blake Castle for years, who would dismantle the Council of Elders, not Dawn Lady, the leader of the Human Resistance Army.
Well, she was also Adele’s human maid, Jasmine.
At first glance, her attire seemed appropriate. After all, she was a maid. It was normal for a maid to deliver a message. But upon closer inspection… she was human. How could there be a human maid on the thirteenth floor of the Council of Elders’ bunker?
And… didn’t this woman look familiar?
The vampire felt a chill run down his spine, his back breaking out in a cold sweat. He sensed danger, but he knew he had to remain calm. He forced a smile. “Have we met before?”
—Oh, look at his little trick, trying to make me relax my guard so he can hypnotize me.
Jasmine immediately saw through his ruse. But it wasn’t necessarily her that he was worried about. After all, she was just a human, a weak and insignificant creature. They had probably received a report from the Blake patriarch, confirming that she was Dawn Lady, a powerful human. But even so, they wouldn’t believe that she could defeat them, vampires who had lived for two thousand years.
This was the arrogance of the strong.
Perhaps he suspected that there was another powerful vampire backing her, maybe even Adele hiding nearby. Even though she had defeated the Blake patriarch, they wouldn’t consider her to be truly powerful. After all, the Blake patriarch was just a child to them.
“Yes, Sir, we have met.”
As she spoke, threads shot out, binding his limbs and pulling him back. Jasmine stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She looked down at him, her expression cold and impassive. “Where’s the entrance to the Elders’ chamber?” she asked, her words sending a chill down his spine.
A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. He finally realized: it was Jasmine herself who was powerful, not some other entity. And he couldn’t understand how she knew that the Elders weren’t here, that they weren’t even true elders.
He tried to feign ignorance. “What are you talking about? I am an Elder of the Council…”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You vampires are terrible at scheming.” Jasmine truly believed this. Their schemes were childish, like children playing pretend. They wouldn’t even survive three episodes in a palace intrigue drama. But it was understandable. Vampires were all brawn and no brains, believing that strength was everything. Except for those who had chosen to embrace laziness due to their lack of power, like some wives and husbands who had married into other families, they were all workaholics, obsessed with increasing their combat abilities.
They believed that in the face of absolute power, schemes were useless.
They were right, but they weren’t powerful enough to make this a universal truth. If they were as strong as Jasmine, perhaps it would be. Their occasional attempts at cleverness were simply… childish.
These puppets placed on the front lines were too obvious.
The vampire, realizing that he couldn’t fool Jasmine, shut up. Jasmine didn’t have time to waste. She threatened, “If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you. But if you cooperate, I’ll spare your life.”
The older the vampire, the more they feared death. Living in this dark, dreary bunker, enduring a monotonous existence… Jasmine couldn’t understand it. But using this as a threat should be effective.
However, the vampire’s reaction surprised her. He was a brave one, completely unfazed by her threat. Jasmine narrowed her eyes, tightening the threads, digging them into his flesh, drawing blood. But he remained silent, his expression defiant.
Jasmine thought for a moment, then she changed her approach. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill Lady Blake.”
This time, his expression changed. Panic flickered in his eyes.
So even vampires can experience true love.
Once his weakness was exposed, he was at her mercy. He didn’t care about his own life, but he was terrified for Lady Blake’s safety.
He finally agreed to lead her to the Elders’ chamber.
Jasmine released him, then, out of curiosity, she asked, “Are you Adele’s grandfather?”
“Adele Blake?” He repeated the name, then shook his head. “No, I’m not her grandfather. I killed her grandfather.” As they walked towards the Elders’ chamber, he started reminiscing, as if he rarely had anyone to talk to. He couldn’t seem to stop talking. “I was the heir to the White family back then. I fell in love with her at school. But she was also the future head of her family. We couldn’t be together…”
“Ah, is that so?”
Jasmine hadn’t expected him to be the former head of the White family, but now that she looked closely, she could see the resemblance to Miss White. She responded to his ramblings with neutral expressions, then urged him, “Hurry up! How much longer?”
“You’re so impatient.”
He continued recounting his love story, filled with drama and twists, like a soap opera. Jasmine listened patiently, her expression unchanged. She wasn’t worried about him leading her into a trap. A powerful being like her had nothing to fear.
He finally stopped talking when he reached the part where he and Lady Blake had joined the Council of Elders. “We’re here,” he said. They were standing in front of an ordinary-looking room, indistinguishable from the others. There was no scent or sound emanating from within.
He took out a key, unlocked the door, and led Jasmine inside. To Jasmine’s surprise, it was a garden, similar to Lady Blake’s room, as Adele had described. The only difference was that there was a large, empty space in the center of the garden, piled high with magic stones.
Upon closer inspection, she realized that the magic stones were arranged in a strange pattern.
“This is ancient technology,” he explained. “A teleportation array. The Elders’ chamber is located further below, but it’s not connected to the bunker. You can only access it through this array.”
He explained how it worked, then he stood there, motionless. Jasmine was surprised. “Aren’t you going to run?” she asked. If the Blake patriarch could transform into bats to escape, surely this old geezer could too.
But he shook his head. “You’re going to kill me anyway. But if you kill me, you can’t go after her.”
His meaning was clear: Spare her, even if you kill me.
Jasmine was stunned. She knew he was deeply in love with Lady Blake, but she hadn’t expected his devotion to be so profound. He even smiled. “And to activate the array, you need the blood of the Thirteen Clans. Kill me, and you’ll have what you need.”
His smile was strange. Jasmine couldn’t understand its meaning, but she suddenly realized: he wasn’t happy in this vampire society. He had fallen in love at a young age, but their love had been forbidden. And after countless years, he had finally found a way to be with her.
It was a tragic love story, but Jasmine wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. Their love might be beautiful, but it was built on a foundation of countless lives lost. Jasmine felt no guilt.
She acted swiftly. He collapsed onto the magic array, his blood seeping into the stones, his body slowly turning to ash. Jasmine stepped into the array. The magic stones glowed brightly, and she felt a wave of dizziness.
A moment later, she found herself in a dark room. After her eyes adjusted, she realized it was a vast, empty chamber. It was a typical vampire room, but what surprised her most was that it was completely empty, devoid of any furniture or occupants.
For a moment, she thought he had tricked her, teleporting her to some unknown location to buy time for his beloved. But then she noticed something. Thirteen coffins hung from the ceiling.
They were medieval-style coffins, the kind vampires slept in. Jasmine guessed that the Elders must be inside. She hadn’t noticed them earlier because the ceiling was also embedded with countless magic stones, concealing the black coffins.
Having located her targets, Jasmine cracked her knuckles. It was time to wake up these ancient beings.
She was a polite person. When visiting someone’s home, it was customary to announce your presence. And she was sure that the Elders were awake. She extended her hands, black threads spreading out like a spiderweb, ensnaring the thirteen coffins.
This was a sealed room. The only way out was probably known only to the Elders. But Jasmine didn’t care. He had said that the Elders’ chamber was located underground. After dealing with them, she could simply punch her way out.
This would be a fitting tomb for them.
Like a conductor, she raised her arms, the faint glow of the magic stones reflecting off the threads. Her voice, clear and sharp, echoed in the vast chamber. “Time to wake up the party, ladies and gentlemen.”
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