Chapter 536 Ignorance Can't Give You Bliss

Chapter 536 Ignorance Can't Give You Bliss

The moment Arthur left, a tall vampire with long silver hair emerged from the darkness, her presence as chilling as it was scornful.

Cloaked in a long black gown that draped elegantly to the floor, her attire was both a statement of power and provocation, the plunging neckline boldly accentuating her voluptuous figure. She watched with narrowed eyes as Arthur departed, her disdain palpable in the chilly air.

"You think you are so clever, but you have no idea that you are crafting your own coffin. You are no bigger fool than that foolish Hunter brat that walked out," Rebecca scoffed, her voice dripping with contempt. She clicked her tongue condescendingly, her gaze piercing as she added, "I waited on purpose to see if you are as smart as you pretend to be, but...it seems like I overestimated you."

Asher, unfazed by her cutting words, began to close the distance between them with measured steps, "Are you sure about that? If it was something that bad, why do I not look worried?" he retorted, his voice calm and imposing.

Rebecca's laughter echoed down the corridor, cold and contemptuous, "Ignorance can't give you bliss for long. Since you only like to use your so-called little dragon instead of your head, let this senior enlighten you. Now that you revealed to the humans that you can attack any place without entering a quest, you just alerted my brother that you somehow got your hands on one of the most guarded secrets of my House. He will know Esther gave it to you, and then he will come for you. My House never ever spared our own blood if they did something similar to this since exposing any of our secrets is the worst crime one can do in the eyes of my House. So what do you think is going to happen to you?" T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

"Hahahaha..." Asher stopped in his tracks, his laughter booming through the hallway, unsettling yet mocking.

Rebecca's expression darkened as she failed to understand why he didn't seem worried, "I don't think I cracked a joke here, did I? Or is it that you are too scared already? Just because you are the king doesn't mean you can afford to offend my brother, especially when you can't rival the power of my House on your own. He can cripple your influence in ways you can't imagine, and you won't even find any proof of him doing it. You can also forget about your dear Isola's kingdom. My brother will make sure she won't feel like swimming in the seas after seeing her people suffer again without letting them know it was my House. Your biggest mistake was snatching one of our secrets and underestimating the power of my House. Did you seriously think we survived thousands of years by simply sitting still? You better free me if you want me to negotiate for you."

Asher continued to nod, his smirk widening into a mocking smile, "Is that all? And here I thought, you or your House had something more to deal with me."

Rebecca huffed, her face contorted with a mix of disbelief and scorn, "Hah," she uttered before her expression shifted to a calculated smirk, "We will see how long you can pretend to be brave."

But before she could say anything further, Asher's sudden movement was a blur—a swift, predacious strike that closed the space between them.

His hand shot out, gripping Rebecca's hair, pulling her head back with a firm, unyielding grasp. "Unn!" Rebecca let out a grunt, her eyes flashing with fury and pain as she struggled against his hold, her efforts fruitless.

"I never knew you would be so concerned about me getting in trouble," Asher whispered, his voice a dangerous murmur close to her ear. His grip tightened, ensuring she couldn't turn away, forcing her to face him directly.

And so she reported with a hint of disdain, "He spends most of his day outside, either doing quests or mingling with other humans and even doing stupid things like helping a cat get down a tree. Can you believe that? A peak S Rank Hunter, and he wastes time with such things, pfft. Maybe we have no reason to worry about him at all."

Asher's eyes briefly flickered before his expression remained impassive as he prompted for more details, "What else?"

Narrowing her eyes, Rebecca continued, "He seems to interact with some people over the device in his ear. I couldn't hear for obvious reasons. If I get more time, then I can find out more. But I do know—"

"I can make some guesses already. But where does he live?" Asher interrupted, his patience wearing thin.

Rebecca clicked her tongue, her frustration clear, "You should just let me finish. I was going to tell you that he stays in an ugly, small house with a woman. He spends the night there. She must be his woman. I have no doubt about it since he seems to disguise himself as an ordinary human before going into that house."

"He has a secret girlfriend? Who is she?" Asher inquired, his interest piqued as he raised an eyebrow.

Rebecca scoffed as she said, "You are not going to believe what she is..."

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The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting a dark yet beautiful glow of the moonlight over a peaceful neighborhood. The laughter of children playing late in the playgrounds filled the air, creating a scene of idyllic domestic tranquility.

Arthur, donned in a nondescript hoodie and baggy pants, his identity obscured behind round spectacles, walked down the quiet street with a gentle stride that matched the calm of the night.

As he approached a modest-looking house, nestled between similarly unassuming homes, his face softened.

Reaching the front door, he pressed on the doorbell, and moments later, the door swung open.

Arthur's lips arched into a warm smile, "I am back," he announced, his voice filled with warmth and contentment.