Instead of gossiping here, why not think about how we should deal with the growing strength of the human resistance forces?
"Those ants who call themselves vampire hunters, along with the henchmen of the church, have formed a new organization called—the Tribunal."
"I heard they even have an interesting creed: to judge us 'fallen' in place of the gods, and to swear to tear down the curtain of darkness and bring light back to the earth."
Scarlett's tone was playful as he recalled the intelligence he had read.
"Ha, I thought it was something important." The blond man—Prince Diaz—spread his arms, relaxed his body, and leaned back in his chair, laughing. "If you want to become a god, you have to get past you, the 'God of War,' first."
"However, if you are too old and unable to do it, I'd be happy to help. You know, I've never played the 'prey' role in this kind of game before."
"Trial..." He seemed to find the word amusing, chewing it over and over again, almost laughing his fangs off.
"Come on, Diaz. Who doesn't know that all you know how to do with your muscular brain is eat?" the beautiful black-haired woman, Princess Triss, mocked. "If you were to command our army, you'd probably get lost halfway through and end up in a human town."
"Are you any better than me? Just a couple of days ago you were asking neighboring Zephyri for help because your territory was being invaded, weren't you?"
"you--"
"Alright, alright, stop arguing."
Sydney smoothed things over and steered the conversation back on track.
"Come to think of it, I seem to have heard of the name 'Courtroom' before."
She seemed to be deep in thought.
"I heard they are searching everywhere for ancient books, looking for something other than silverware and crosses that can end our immortality."
“They can only resort to these despicable methods,” Scarlett sneered.
“That’s the highest compliment they could receive,” Diaz clapped his hands.
Triss turned her head away, deliberately ignoring him, and smiled at Sydney instead:
"And from which lover's bed did you get this information?"
"Is it that young but ambitious prince, or that queen who has just lost her husband and ascended the throne herself?"
“Your information is outdated.” Diaz wouldn’t let her off the hook, forcibly joining the conversation between best friends, “I heard that the little prince broke his neck in a hunting trip, and now he’s dating Sydney, and it’s his cousin.”
As he spoke, he sidled up and put his arm around Triss's shoulder. She glared at him but didn't pull away.
"Sydney, be careful."
The most senior of the princes, Morales, suddenly spoke, his wise and deep red eyes opening as if gazing into an endless void.
“I saw a blood-stained cross in a prophetic dream, which is stuck in your heart.”
"Be careful... the large square bed with red gauze curtains."
"..."
After that sentence, the air fell silent for a moment, until Triss burst out laughing.
“Sydney, did you hear that? I’ve said it before, human sexual pleasures are not for us. Next time you seek pleasure, you’d better drag them into your coffin.”
"Be careful that one day a prince might die in his bed; that would be too ridiculous."
Seeing Sydney's displeasure, Diaz, unusually perceptive, tugged at Latrix's sleeve and chuckled:
"Don't you know Morales's prophetic abilities? He's never been right even once."
“Otherwise,” he turned to the old man, “tell me how I will die?”
Morels ignored his provocation, his gaze calm, as if he had returned to that mysterious state. After a moment of silence, he spoke:
“I heard the neighing of warhorses and the horns of charge… Diaz.” He called out the blond man’s name, but looked at Triss. “You will both fall into eternal slumber.”
"With him?" Triss looked disgusted. "Then I might as well kill myself now."
Diaz rolled his eyes.
"With Lysen around, how will we ever get a chance to go to the battlefield?"
"unless……"
He thought of a possibility, but it was as if he had been choked and rendered speechless.
A deep, elegant male voice continued his words.
"Unless Lysen dies first."
“Uh, that’s not what I said.” Diaz raised his hand.
“Sometimes I really wonder if you really consider me a friend?” Scarlett looked at Zephyr, who was speaking, and crossed his arms.
"Trust me," Sydney said with a smile, having regained her usual composure. "No one but him can put up with your awful temper."
“Even Zephyr can’t change you. If that so-called court of judgment really has a god, I’d like to pray to them to send an angel to punish this demon on earth—”
Triss continued her sentence.
“Ha.” Scarlett sneered. “Don’t even think about it.”
"For such a person to appear, I would have to come back to life."
Amidst the laughter and chatter of the group, only Diaz quietly approached Morel and whispered, "Hey, have you ever made any predictions about Lyson?"
The old man glanced at him quietly and nodded gently.
"A venomous snake is lurking in the bushes, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike."
"Lesson will die from contempt and betrayal."
"..."
"I never imagined that you, Leisen, would get married one day."
Triss swirled the blood in her goblet and chuckled.
Unaware of the eerie silence on the other side, the topic circled back to where it began.
"Yes, I thought you would grow old alone with Zephyr."
Sydney laughed too, perhaps Morales's prophecy had stirred up her sorrow, and she suddenly sighed.
“Even the purest and noblest vampire princes will eventually die. You two are the youngest and most powerful among us, yet you have never had the thought of prolonging your lives, and you don’t even have a blood servant for amusement.”
"Especially you, Lyson, you're such a waste of that philandering face. If you'd like, I can introduce you to hundreds or even thousands of stunningly beautiful lovers, and their skills in bed are..."
"Cough cough."
Scarlett choked as soon as she drank a mouthful of blood, her pale face flushing red. The two women exchanged a glance and chuckled simultaneously.
"Oh my, I never expected our Prince Leisen to be so innocent."
Triss spoke first, and Sydney picked up where she left off.
"You wouldn't say you've made a contract, but you haven't even held each other's hands, would you?"
"Tsk tsk tsk—"
"you……"
Scarlett looked around, determined to find someone to take the fall.
"I'm married, for goodness' sake, why don't you say anything about that..."
He looked at the spot where Zephyr had sat, only to find it was now empty.
Only his steady yet hurried voice remained in the air.
"It's too stuffy here, I'm going to take a walk in the garden."
It sounds like they fled in disarray.
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