A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 394: What The Fuck...?

Chapter 394: What The Fuck...?

Draven stepped towards the stone pillar and grabbed hold of the Mercy and Revival. He turned, glancing at each and every one of them.

"I have no use for the other artifacts. This is what I want," he said.

Valentine and the others were a bit taken aback. Why only the Mercy and Revival? It’s not like anyone was going to fight him on the other artifact.

Valentine smirked, shaking his head. Now, he bets Draven wasn’t even after the crown as well. He watched as Draven stepped away from the stone pillar and strolled over to the stand by the side, stuffing the object into his pocket.

Lestat, Lumian, and Ryan glanced at each other. Does this mean that they were still going to fight? There were two artifacts left. Who will have it?

Lumian pinched between his brow and stepped back. "Whatever, you two can have it. I have no use for it anyway."

Valentine raised a brow, quite surprised. That was a lie. Those two artifacts were useful to whoever laid hands on them. How could he say he has no use for them?

A frown watched onto his face and he watched Lumian walk all the way to stand behind him. He could not help but ask, "Why are you standing so close to me?"

" In case you intend to cause any trouble," Lumian whispered in response.

Valentine shot him an icy glare and slapped his hand that had held him away. "If you don’t stop treating me like a child, I’ll make you eat dust."

"Sure, I’ll be waiting." Lumian held a look of amusement.

Ryan and Lestat stepped forward, puzzlement evident on their faces. Why had Lumian forfeited? He was stronger than Lestat, so rightfully, the two remaining artifacts should have belonged to him and Ryan.

They reached forth their hands, Ryan grabbing the weapon of justice and Lestat grabbing the bracelet of protection. They stepped back per Old Master Lenort’s order and watched as the stone pillar disappeared.

Draven, who felt Avelina’s intent gaze on him, lifted and turned his head to glance at her. She was smiling at him.

His lips stretched wide in a smile, returning the gesture. He’d gotten what he’d been wanting for so long. Now he had no other business with these people.

Draven walked off to leave but was however stopped by Old master lenort.

"Where are you going?" Old Master Lenort questioned.

Draven shit him a glance. ’I’m done," he replied.

Old Master Lenort took a deep breath, shaking his head in annoyance. "Brat, you can’t leave this place until this ceremony ends. You are a prince for goodness sake and you have to participate in every single ritual that will be done here. Did you come here not knowing the rules or what?" He was quite nettled.

Draven blinked his eyes lazily and abruptly shrugged. "Oh..." He turned around and returned to stand beside Lumian.

"Please, form a line again," Old Master Lenort ordered.

They did as he said, forming a horizontal line. Valentine who stood beside Lestat turned his head, catching a glimpse of Olive who was staring at him. A smile tugged at his lips and he quickly looked away the moment Olive glared at him.

"Mikhail?" Old Master Lenort called.

The middle-aged man, Mikhail, walked into the hall with a golden sword in his grip. He strolled forward to stand in front of the princes and lifted it.

"Please, go on your knees."

They all respectfully went down on one kneel, their right hand placed to their chests.

Mikhail began to speak, "Today marks the generational selection of the fifth heir to lead. We pray for the safety, long life, and propriety of each and every single one of the princes before our eyes. May the prince who gets selected blossom in wonders, riches, perfect health, and wisdom." He touched the sword on each of their backs and once he was done with Valentine, a round of applause ensued.

Lilith smiled, admiring her first son, Ryan. Of course, he was going to get selected. He was the first son, the best out of all the princes, it was without doubt that he would win. Just looking at him was enough to decide.

She sighed, her eyes shifting to Draven. Why was he even there? His presence alone was such a bad call! He shouldn’t even be there; a son of a maid! Not just him, but the youngest brat as well. But no one cares, the young brat doesn’t even look interested. He isn’t even married, to begin with.

At a far distance in the hall, a figure in a cloak sat with his legs crossed, his dark golden eyes peering but only at Draven. His gaze was unwavering and his lips under the cloak were slowly curving into a grin.

Draven could feel that gaze on him. It didn’t carry ill intent, but it still made him uncomfortable. Unable to take it, he turned his head and his eyes met straight with those golden ones. The unknown man grinned at him.

Something about the grin shook his soul, almost like the figure could see and read every single inch of him. The feeling was terrifying, just like that day at Old Master Lenort’s birthday ceremony.

Was it the same person? Could it be-

Draven’s eyes widened and he only snapped back to reality when Lumian knocked his hand to grab his attention.

"Focus!" Lumian said to him with a frown.

Draven blinked rapidly, swallowing hard. Cold sweat was dripping down his back and his hands were starting to tremble.

What the hell was going on? Who the fuck was that? What sort of a presence could shove such a terrifying feeling down his throat? Not even his father has such power over him.

Draven’s attention was grabbed by the individual stone pillars that suddenly manifested in front of each of them. Above the pillars were large big candles about the size of an arm.

"What the fuck...?" Valentine mumbled. He’d never glimpsed such a huge candle before.