The entire audience was stunned.
The pure white gown accentuated Ivina's graceful waistline, while the lace and sheer fabric on her arms clung perfectly to her smooth, slender limbs. Her hairstyle was simple, her hair a classic black. Her eyes, as dark as ink, sparkled with a distant gaze... and her lips, a shade of red that aroused envy, curved slightly, sparking the imagination of the men present.
But she stood there motionless, her long dress trailing behind her. She was a work of art.
"Look closely! Her attire, her appearance, her demeanor, her eyes! Which of these qualities befits a vampire witch? Even her vampire identity is hard to believe."
Pu Jieao looked up arrogantly, his expression so haughty it seemed to mimic an unparalleled ruler.
Indeed! No one could refute it… The girl was as beautiful as an angel, so captivating. But the white she wore was enough to condemn her to death.
The vampire realm possessed any and all gold, silver, treasures, fine garments, and precious stones—it had everything. But there was one thing it lacked: white, the color of heaven. Whatever the Lord delighted in was surely what the vampires feared.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The man seated on the throne rose and clapped slowly.
"Well said, very well said."
To grant this young woman a title and then immediately condemn her to death would be like shooting himself in the foot, a clear challenge to his royal authority.
Luo thought quickly. He knew Pu Jiao's tricks.
"Your Majesty. I beg you to revoke her title and sentence this foreign girl to death."
Ivina was stunned. She looked in disbelief at Pu Jieao, who had been so gentle just moments ago.
"Since I have granted her this title, it is because I recognize her abilities. As for keeping her by my side…" He gazed at Ivina with a hint of a smile, but it was fleeting. "Trust those you use, and do not use those you doubt. I will give her my full trust."
Ivina glanced gratefully at the man fading into the darkness. His eyes shone brightly and captivatingly, like fresh blood. At least, in this "moment of life and death," it was this stranger who had saved her. Perhaps... he might be a kind-hearted leader.
No! Kind-hearted? A vampire?
Pu Jiao wisely kept silent. He knew that speaking further would be futile; his king was already somewhat annoyed, though less so than he had anticipated.
The atmosphere was solemn, the air thick with tension.
Until the great man casually raised his hand, breaking the silence.
"Yes, master, yes." Si heard the order and immediately turned around.
"The coronation ceremony is over. Please proceed to the Sena Hall for the long-awaited… magic feast." A mocking smile appeared on Si's lips.
Having narrowly escaped death, Ivina heaved a heavy sigh. She no longer trusted Pu Jie'ao's kindness. That despicable man!
Following the crowd, she walked slowly toward her destination. Although some low-ranking vampires were still dissatisfied with her, seeing the clear symbol on her arm, they remained respectful.
"Gla Vissata, the witch."
"You… hello." She responded awkwardly, lacking the dignity and presence befitting her status.
The vampires sneered disdainfully and rose to leave.
"Wait."
"May I ask what you desire?" One of the vampires grew anxious, fearing their earlier disrespectful attitude had offended this newly renowned witch.
"I…"
"Please forgive us…" The timid one hurriedly knelt down. It was said that this foreign girl knew more vicious witchcraft than the old witch Niditara. She could read others' minds, control their wills—it was all so mysterious. How foolish to offend her… Not only was she a woman of profound witchcraft, but she had also obtained a position close to the king. With her stunning beauty, perhaps she might even become a blood witch in the future…
"Where am I now? Where should I go? The Sena Hall is… Ah!"
Before she could finish her question, her mouth was firmly covered. The two vampires in front of her immediately bowed their heads even lower.
They straightened their voices and bowed their knees in a perfectly synchronized manner, their bodies drenched in cold sweat.
"Lord Lord Dandel… we… the noble… the honorable…"
The two witches were so shocked they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
How could the king be here? This was a great opportunity for the great king to recognize her!
Each harboring their own thoughts, the two looked up nervously, only to find no one in front of them.
Was that really the king just now? Why did she see a faint smile on his lips?
It's impossible.