My Blood Legacy: Blo Chapter 20: Night Vision

Chapter 20: Night Vision...

Chysis Valentine had always believed that powerful families needed to live with a certain level of dostic chaos. Bloodlines laden with strong blood and dominant personalities rarely produced docile offspring.

It was natural for sons to be rebellious.

It was natural for daughters to defy orders.

It was natural for young people with enough power to believe they could bend the world to their liking.

For centuries she had observed this pattern repeating itself within her own family, and in many others, always with the sa quiet conclusion: discipline ca with ti, experience ca with scars, and even the most troubleso eventually found their place when reality finally caught up with them.

She had dealt with her irresponsible daughter before.

She had seen all kinds of reckless vampires before. She had witnessed idiotic decisions being made by people who should have known better.

All of this was part of the natural functioning of a bloodline.

A little disobedience was healthy. A little chaos kept the blood hot. Children grew up, learned, made mistakes again, and eventually matured. It was an almost predictable cycle, and for centuries Chysis had observed this process with the cold patience of soone who knew that, in the end, everyone would return to the order she established.

It was normal for children to disobey their parents.

It was normal for young people to make mistakes.

It was normal for her daughter to be crazy and cause chaos... it was normal for her grandson to cause trouble within a military academy full of arrogant young vampires.

What wasn’t normal... was this.

The crystal glass she held shattered in her hand.

There was no sudden movent. No visible effort. Just a dry, shattering sound as the thin glass gave way under the invisible pressure of her fingers. The blood that filled the vessel seeped between the broken fragnts and slowly slid down the woman’s pale skin, dripping onto the black marble floor of the hall.

For a few seconds, no one breathed.

Then Chysis laughed.

It wasn’t a loud laugh. It was sothing lower, more restrained, almost intimate, like soone rediscovering an old emotion they hadn’t felt in a long ti. She slowly raised her bloodied hand and observed the shards embedded in her skin with genuine curiosity, as if she were analyzing an unexpected work of art.

"It’s been a long ti..." she murmured softly. "It’s been a long ti since I felt such deep anger."

The hall remained completely still.

The maids lined up along the walls didn’t dare even raise their eyes. Even without looking directly at her, they could all feel the matriarch’s aura spreading through the room like an invisible tide.

Chysis Valentine’s presence was not sothing to be ignored. It was heavy, overwhelming, ancient like a mountain buried under centuries of accumulated power.

So of the young servants trembled.

Others held their breath short and silent, afraid to make any sound that might attract unwanted attention.

The blood continued to drip slowly from Chysis’s hand as she finally raised her gaze. Her deep, ancient scarlet eyes scanned the hall like silent blades, analyzing every corner with a calmness that made everything even more nacing.

Then she spoke again.

"Why..." she said slowly, wiping the blood from her palm with a handkerchief that a trembling servant had placed on the table without daring to look at her. "Why is my grandson in Solitary Confinent?"

The silence grew even heavier.

Initially, when the news had arrived, Chysis believed it was a joke. A miscommunication. Perhaps even a poorly told joke by so overly nervous ssenger. She had laughed when she first heard it. She clearly rembered her disciple’s confused expression when the reaction ca.

"Interesting," she had said at that mont, with a small, amused smile.

Grace, her closest disciple, had hesitated before asking if it really didn’t bother her. And Chysis had replied with absolute calm that yes, it was interesting. After all, if Victor had managed to create big enough problems to be thrown into confinent, it ant that the boy was finally demonstrating so kind of personality worthy of the lineage.

But then... ca the details.

The confirmations ca.

And finally, ca the information that transford that mild curiosity into sothing very different.

He wasn’t in an ordinary cell.

He wasn’t in simple disciplinary confinent.

He was in Solitary Confinent.

And now...

Chysis was no longer amused.

A shadow moved on the ceiling of the hall.

It was almost imperceptible at first, just a slight disturbance in the light emanating from the enormous black crystal chandelier suspended above the central table. But the distortion grew slowly until a dark figure detached itself from the structure and descended silently through the air, landing behind Chysis’s chair with the elegance of a creature that perfectly mastered its own body.

The figure imdiately knelt.

Head bowed.

Hands resting on the cold floor.

"My lady," said the low voice.

Chysis didn’t turn her face away. "Explain," she replied simply.

The shadow remained kneeling for a few seconds before continuing, choosing each word with extre care. "We don’t know the exact reason."

The maids around her tensed even more. Because that kind of answer was rarely acceptable. But the figure continued quickly before the silence could beco fatal.

"The three Palaces agreed with the decision." This made one of Chysis’s fingers tap slowly against the marble table.

"They agreed," she repeated calmly.

The shadow nodded without raising its head.

"Yes, my lady. The decision ca shortly after the official withdrawal of the Cross family’s authority over the training classes."

Now the entire hall seed to hold its breath.

Because that information completely changed the political weight of the situation.

The Cross family had lost its influence over the recruits.

And imdiately after that...

Victor Valentine had been thrown into Solitary Confinent.

Chysis remained silent for several seconds.

Her finger continued to tap slowly on the table.

A small sound.

Regular.

Controlled.

But each tap seed to make the air in the hall vibrate slightly.

Finally she tilted her head a few centiters to the side.

"Then let

see if I understand correctly," she said, with an almost gentle tranquility.

The shadow did not answer.

It didn’t need to.

"My grandson was thrown into the deepest prison in the academy..." Chysis continued slowly, her eyes now fixed on the void ahead of her. "...right after a family lost political power."

She sighed slightly... "Looks like I’ll have to go see my Serafall to understand why this happened..." she murmured... Chysis didn’t really want to talk to her daughter, but...

"You. Go now and get information. Tell them that Marshal Chysis wants to understand why the most dangerous prison in the training wing is being used so improperly. And directly question Silvia if she thinks she’s a fool."

The subordinate nodded and quickly disappeared into the shadows without waiting for further orders. Chysis just sighed and smiled sweetly. "Clean up this ss, please?" She said, and the maids quickly rushed to tidy up before her mood was swallowed up again!

...

[Prison. Solitary]

"I think that’s enough, right?" Victor asked, stroking the hair of his beautiful vampire wife, who continued to devour his cock with her mouth.

Carmilla slowly pulled his cock out of her throat and let out a "Pop!" after sucking it for more than six hours.

"Damn, but it’s so good... and I need to get stronger!" She said, kissing the head of his cock, "Let

drink a little more..."

Victor looked at her with that abandoned puppy look and just sighed. "Five more minutes," he said, and she put his entire cock back in her mouth.

Victor looked into the darkness, "This place is strange," he comnted, seeing the remnants of the Abyss. "I wonder what’s ahead."

Carmilla slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth, letting out a gasp. "Haah... ah... I don’t know..." She said and sucked so more, "I just know there was a safe or sothing. I didn’t have the power to get in anyway."

Victor frowned. "Safe?"

"Sothing like that." Carmilla replied with a small shrug while keeping her mouth on his cock.

"Mm... a safe. Old. Protected by sothing way older than the safe." she mumbled awkwardly.

"Take my cock out of your mouth to talk." he said while still thinking because... "Funny..." He said, noticing sothing new.

"Hmm?" Carmilla raised her eyes while his cock was still in her mouth and stared at him.

"My eyes are starting to adjust." he said, looking towards the darkness.

The silence that followed was imdiate; the sound of the wet sucking stopped, and she arched her eyebrows, slowly removing his penis from her mouth and simply holding the shaft calmly.

"This is impossible," she comnted.

"I thought so too." Victor shrugged.

She gripped his penis tighter. "The darkness here isn’t a lack of light. It’s remnants of the Abyss. Not even vampire night vision can penetrate this. Even ancient vampires have difficulty."

"H-Hey, calm down, look what you’re holding," Victor said, and she loosened her grip.

"Sorry," she said.

"It’s okay... I know there are all these things, but I’m telling the truth." He paused and pointed, "I can already see that wall."

Carmilla imdiately turned her face in the direction he indicated. For a few seconds, she remained completely still. The silence inside the cell grew even heavier.

"...Victor." Her voice ca out much lower than before. "I’m not seeing anything at all."