Upon hearing this, the church fell silent.
This means that the Clevina family has relinquished this territory.
The ownership of the Shulbon territory will revert to Prihis and the kingdom.
At the same time, Shulburn will no longer be under the protection of the Clevner family.
Despite all this, Priscilla remained calm. She bowed deeply to Leah and sincerely said:
"Thank you for your education and guidance. Priscilla will always remember it."
Lia smiled and reached out a hand to stroke Priscilla's almost bloodless face.
"From today onwards, Shulben belongs to you."
"You must protect this land that belongs to you."
Michaela, who was a witness, immediately applauded to congratulate him.
But her applause echoed alone in the church, failing to elicit a response from anyone else.
Only the nobles' gazes remained cold and persistent as they watched Priscilla.
Because from this moment on, after Lia firmly announced this decision.
Next, it will be time for these nobles to take action.
They will not tolerate the fact that Shur's territory remains in the hands of a vampire for long.
Therefore, these nobles had already prepared various arguments, all for the purpose of expelling Priscilla from their territory at this moment.
They can't wait.
So, before Michaela's applause had completely subsided, a nobleman stepped out from the crowd.
Standing before the assembled nobles, leaning on his sword, he asked without hesitation:
“Bishop Michaela, does this mean you support a vampire as the lord of Shulbon?”
This question immediately drew all eyes to the standing nobleman.
Priscilla turned around as well, silently gazing at the human who had raised the question.
He felt all eyes on him, which emboldened him, and his words became even more impassioned:
"It's absurd for a vampire to become the lord of a human territory. None of us agreed to her becoming the lord of Shulburn in the first place."
"It was just that Earl Victor adopted her and allowed her to live in Shulbon in the name of the Clavner family as a proxy lord."
“But now that Miss Lia has returned Shulbon to the kingdom, does Shulbon still need a vampire to occupy it?”
"Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts!"
He was filled with righteous indignation, and his words were inspiring, even stirring up the surrounding nobles who were already in the know.
That's right, they were thinking not only about the kingdom, but also about the safety of all humanity.
How could a vampire, who is not of the same race as humans, occupy Shulburn and become the lord of humanity?!
However, Priscilla and the others remained expressionless, as if these remarks were nothing more than a gentle breeze across a lake.
Meanwhile, the other person continued talking non-stop:
“We all still remember Laureen’s atrocities.”
"If Count Victor hadn't intervened in time, he would have almost drained the blood of a million people in Shulbon!"
"Vampires can never change their nature. Even if she hasn't drunk human blood yet, who can guarantee she won't in the future?!"
"And who would willingly let her suck their blood!?"
At that moment, every nobleman suppressed his smile and nodded in complete agreement.
The nobleman's gaze locked onto Priscilla again, her calm face prompting him to take a deep breath before issuing a final warning:
"If you remain stubborn and do not intend to leave the kingdom, then..."
He suddenly drew his long sword from his waist, a flash of cold light.
The sharp edge was aimed at Priscilla's brow, and it loudly proclaimed:
"My sword has never been weak!"
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
In an instant, a series of clanging sounds of swords being drawn rang out.
All the nobles present drew their swords at the same time, unanimously pointing their blades at Priscilla.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire church became tense and icy.
Lia looked at the scene before her without surprise, as if she had expected this to happen.
Count Sancher, standing beside her, was not surprised.
Because in other people's eyes, he was the mastermind behind all of this.
Bishop Michaela was not surprised either.
After all, the church understands people's hearts best.
Only Priscilla's head gradually drooped.
She didn't show any sadness or distress, she just sighed softly.
Her methods were indeed too gentle.
That's why, despite being a powerful vampire, and despite having her father's power flowing through her body.
She was repeatedly bullied and expelled by the nobility.
She clearly only wanted to live in harmony with these humans.
No one noticed that fine drops of blood were beginning to gather in Priscilla's hand.
It was as if the blood itself flowed naturally from its veins, quietly condensing into a scarlet blood sphere.
Just as the two sides were locked in a tense standoff, like arrows poised to be released, suddenly—
"Then let her suck my blood."
A calm voice cut in, instantly dissolving all the tension in the surrounding atmosphere.
Immediately following was the sound of clear footsteps.
When this sudden sound reached their ears, the nobles in the room were all puzzled and turned to look at the door.
They all saw it; it was a man who looked somewhat familiar.
He was dressed in a black suit, wearing a top hat, and the monocle behind his eyes reflected the light.
She walked in with an air of ease and elegance, leaning gracefully on a jewel-encrusted cane.
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