MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1088: Talk With The Blood Queen

Chapter 1088: Talk With The Blood Queen

The aircraft descended upon the Blood Estate; the mont the aircraft landed, the humming sound vanished, and with a gentle hissing sound, the hatch opened, and without any hesitation, Anthony, Tiara, Bryan, Bringer, and Rider stepped out with calm ease, their movents asured and composed.

Whatever smiles and lazy deanor they had shown to each other prior to this mont imdiately vanished, as they were no longer alone; now, they were in the midst of the Vampire Domain, and they had to display the etiquette of royalty, maintaining composure befitting their status.

Despite not being Royal like the others, Anthony’s Emperor Deanor skill was in full throttle as he walked, his eyes calm and indifferent, his steps light yet deliberate, and almost completely silent, exuding an invisible pressure that subtly influenced the atmosphere around him.

The Blood Queen, Elara Bloodmoon, and a few high-ranking mbers of the Vampire society, individuals Anthony neither knew nor cared to know, stood waiting with composed expressions, their presence dignified yet restrained.

Anthony walked forward with a calm expression as he approached Elara Bloodmoon; coming to a stop two ters away from her, he spoke, "It’s been a while, Blood Queen," his voice calm, steady, and flat, carrying neither warmth nor hostility.

"Welco to the Vampire Domain, Null Anthony," the Blood Queen returned the greeting imdiately, her tone equally composed, revealing little of her inner thoughts.

Anthony turned to the unknown Vampire officials; he simply nodded at them, offering minimal acknowledgnt, as it cost him nothing to do at least that much, though he clearly had no interest in them.

The Blood Queen’s gaze briefly turned to Bryan, Bringer, and Rider for a split second, then she tore her gaze away; although they were royalty and possessed Royal-grade Bloodlines, Elara couldn’t care less about them. They weren’t Vampires and were rely children in her eyes, insignificant in comparison to beings of her standing. She had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with those she deed beneath her.

"Let

guide you inside," Elara Bloodmoon stated as she turned and began to walk; Anthony did not delay and imdiately followed, walking beside her with calm, asured steps, while Tiara and the rest followed a step behind in orderly fashion.

As they stepped into the Blood Castle, Elara Bloodmoon began to speak, "I would like to first apologize, as I won’t be able to show you around or offer you the full extent of the hospitality I am capable of, due to the urgency of the situation," she stated without turning to Anthony, her eyes focused forward.

"No need to apologize for such things; I understand that you must be in haste," Anthony replied without missing a beat. "But regardless, you have a beautiful ho," he added, his tone neutral yet faintly appreciative.

’Well, she is also beautiful,’ Anthony thought to himself as he subtly observed the Blood Queen; her beauty was indeed dangerous in every sense of the word. ’Sigh... Vega is too beautiful, even Vampires known for their charm pale in comparison to her universal beauty,’ Anthony thought to himself, as even in this mont, his thoughts drifted toward Vega.

Truly, he was a man hopelessly lost in love.

"So, what do you need

for?" Anthony asked as he went straight to the point, feigning ignorance as though he did not already know the reason for his presence.

The Blood Queen turned toward the other Vampire officials who were following behind them and nodded subtly; at her signal, they imdiately stepped forward and stopped Bryan, Rider, and Bringer.

"We are sorry, but this is as far as you can go; we have prepared another room and activities for you," one of the Vampire officials spoke to Bryan, Rider, and Bringer in a respectful yet firm tone.

However, none of the three gave a reply; they simply gazed at Anthony as though awaiting his decision. Anthony paused for a mont, his steps coming to a halt; he turned toward the trio and gave a slight nod, signaling them to comply and follow the Vampire officials.

With that, they departed, disappearing into another section of the castle, leaving only Anthony, Tiara, and the Blood Queen as they continued walking in silence through the vast halls.

"I’m sure you can speak freely now," Anthony stated as he walked with indifferent calmness, his tone unchanged.

Elara Bloodmoon took a deep breath before she spoke, "My son, Drake Bloodmoon, is dead; he was assassinated a few hours ago," she stated, her eyes turning toward Anthony, searching for a reaction.

But Anthony remained completely unperturbed, his expression unchanged, his gaze fixed ahead as though the information carried no weight.

"You don’t seem surprised or affected," Elara Bloodmoon stated, her eyes still lingering on him, attempting to read even the slightest shift in his deanor.

"Why would I be? I’ve never t your son, nor did I even know you had a son; why would I suddenly care about the death of soone I never knew existed to begin with?" Anthony replied, his words blunt, direct, and entirely honest, devoid of unnecessary sentint.

The Blood Queen remained silent for a mont before she spoke again, "You are right."

Anthony gave a small nod before speaking once more, "Then I’m guessing you want

to resurrect him."

"That is correct; this is the favor I am asking of you, Anthony," Elara Bloodmoon stated. Although she attempted to conceal it, Anthony could hear the subtle trace of desperation in her tone, it was faint, but undeniably present.

"I thought Vampires had all sorts of blood rituals and thods; didn’t any of that work?" Anthony asked, once again feigning ignorance, his tone casual.

"None of it. This death seems... abnormal, which is precisely why I had no choice but to contact you," the Blood Queen answered truthfully, her voice steady but carrying underlying tension.

"No problem then, I will resurrect your son," Anthony stated without hesitation as he continued walking, his tone casual, as though agreeing to sothing trivial.

At Anthony’s words, the Blood Queen felt the imnse pressure weighing on her shoulders lighten significantly; her eyes couldn’t help but shift toward Tiara. As the Blood Queen, she could easily read Tiara’s emotions through Blood Sensing, and she could clearly tell that Tiara was not pleased with the idea of this resurrection.

But she said nothing, as she was already aware that Tiara had never loved her son.

"But I must say, Blood Queen, to owe soone a favor, you need to be on the sa level as them, don’t you think so?" Anthony stated, his voice unchanged, his question rhetorical and laced with subtle dominance. "So, I won’t accept your favor, Blood Queen; instead, from your hidden treasury, I will need sothing that can compel

to bring your son back from death. If you don’t have anything of that sort, then I’m sorry, I cannot help you," he stated in finality, his words precise, firm, and leaving absolutely no room for misunderstanding or negotiation.

Hearing Anthony’s words, the Blood Queen’s blood-red eyes imdiately narrowed to slits, but she didn’t say anything. Anthony had blatantly stated that she was weaker than him, which, although she would never willingly admit it aloud, was undeniably true. And also, as Anthony had said, to owe soone a favor, you had to be on the sa level; the weaker person could not owe the stronger person a favor.

After all, what could the weak possibly offer in tis of hardship when the strong required that favor to be repaid? It was a simple, almost cruel truth of the world they lived in.