A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 312: That Is Impossible!

Chapter 312: That Is Impossible!

"Yes, young master," Santino answered, confirming he was the one who left the knock at the door. "His Majesty’s butler wishes to see you."

Draven wrinkled his brows. "My father’s butler?" He advanced to the door, grabbed the handle, and opened it.

Avelina peered intently, wondering what could be going on.

"Good morning, young master. I hope you are well." At the sight of him, Aldéric bowed with his hand to his chest.

Draven’s expression stiffened. "What do you want?"

Aldéric straightened up and proceeded to respond, "His Majesty has asked me to relay a message to you."

"The first prince’s request concerning the duel has been granted by his majesty, and it is to be held tomorrow at the tournament hall. Seven...p.m." He smiled.

"Oh." Draven’s expression was blank. "Okay."

Aldéric slightly frowned. He had expected a bit of an expression from Draven, but on the other hand, he wasn’t really expecting much. The third prince constantly being expressionless and emotionless wasn’t a new thing.

"I shall excuse myself now." He turned around and left the quarter.

Draven shut the door behind him and looked at Avelina. "Would you mind going for coffee with me?" he inquired.

"Absolutely not!" Avelina responded, lying down on the sofa with her legs crossed.

"Avelina—"

"Your father granted the duel," Avelina interrupted him, changing the subject.

Although Draven wasn’t happy with it, he still nodded, answering her question, "He did."

"Will you be alright?" Avelina further queried, still not sparing him a glance.

Draven nodded. "I will be. I gave you my word."

"Okay." Avelina shut the book and turned to lie on her side.

Draven could only stand and gaze at her. Lately, it’d been as though he could not get close to her like he usually would. It’d been so hard to even hug her without her pushing him away or saying something quite hurtful to him. But perhaps he does deserve it. He’d hurt her after all, thus, he could only endure so much.

"Wouldn’t you allow me to hug you at the very least?" he asked.

"Try it, and you will lose your hands." Avelina’s tone was cold.

Draven blinked his eyes, and knowing it was of no use, he turned around, opened the door, and left.

—

Edward stepped out of the hall with the other doctors. If one thing was similar about them, it was the fact that they all had a look of confusion on their faces. Someone who knew what they were there for could tell that they hadn’t been successful with their work at all.

"This does not make any sense to me," one of the doctors said.

The latter beside him nodded, concurring. "I agree. We have been here for over three days, but we have yet to figure anything out. I can’t find anything."

"Me too." The other party sighed. "Perhaps she had a heart attack or—"

"Are you out of your mind?" The latter looked at him with eyes filled with disdain. "How could you possibly say something like that? Do we look like humans to you? Where in history have you heard of a vampire experiencing a heart attack? We don’t even have a heart, you idiot."

The other party frowned. "Then what could have happened? Her body does not contain poison or any harmful substances, so she definitely was not poisoned."

"This is beyond me." The latter shook his head and began to walk away.

Edward stood alone at the door, deep in confusion. They were right! Lady Natasha’s body didn’t contain any form of poison or any other toxic substances that could have harmed her.

This had to be the most bizarre situation he had ever encountered. If she wasn’t killed by poison, what exactly could have killed her?

He took a deep breath and began to make his way toward Old Master Lenort’s office. He was to give him his report today.

"Good day, Butler," he said as soon as he arrived.

"Good day, Sir Edward. What brings you here?" Aldéric asked, a soft smile plastered on his face.

Edward replied, "I am here to give my report to his majesty. May I go in?"

"Yes. But allow me to inform His Majesty first." Aldéric left a light knock at the door. "My lord, Sir Edward wishes an audience with you."

"Let him in." Old Master Lenort’s voice resounded.

Aldéric opened the door, his head bowed politely. Edward stepped into the office, and the door shut behind him. He approached the desk where Old Master Lenort was seated, stamping a stack of documents with his golden royal seal.

"Good day, my lord," he greeted.

"What brings you here?" Old Master Lenort questioned

Edward answered, "I am here with a report on Lady Natasha."

"Oh?" Old Master Lenort waved his hand at him. "What’s wrong? Did you find anything?"

Edward was thoughtfully silent for a few moments before clearing his throat to speak.

"I was not able to find the cause of her death."

"What?" Old Master Lenort quickly raised his head to look at him. "What might you mean by that?"

Edward took a deep breath. He continued, "I have done a thorough autopsy on Lady Natasha, my lord, but I could not find anything. The other doctors will agree with me as well."

"I suspected she might have been poisoned, as that is also one of the slowest but guaranteed ways to kill our kind. However, it appears she was not killed by the method of poisoning."

"We have done a lot of testing and used a silver spoon as well to determine if there was really poison or not, but it gave a negative result. There was no sign of poisoning."

Old Master Lenort deeply frowned. "If she was not murdered by the use of poison, then how was she killed? What method was used?"

"That is where the problem has risen, my lord," Edward answered. "Her body is clean, with no sign of illness or abnormality. We are not able to determine the cause of her death."

"That is impossible!" Old Master Lenort slammed his hands on the table.