End Goals
End Goals
Another vampire who was walking beside him also agreed, "Yeah, I envy them as well. Not about the waiting part though, but about the blood part. They can kill and drink as many humans as they want! Just thinking about it is making my mouth water."
A few human soldiers who were listening to those two's conversation gulped in fear.
"What if that shitty vampire attacks me from behind? Man, I don't like walking in front of them at all." One of the humans thought to himself.
The main party who were marching along with their King and the Generals were still in Mihir. It would take another day and a half just to reach the border of Mihir.
Reginald was already bored out of his mind for having to ride a horse. What was worse was that he was not getting to race that horse. The horse was walking at a slow pace in the middle of his army.
He looked towards the east and thought to himself, "I wish there was a way to communicate with them. I wonder if our plan was a success or not."
Reginald sighed and then looked at the sea of the soldiers in front of him. It felt as though they were not moving at all. And he wondered why his father didn't turn all of the soldiers into the vampires already.
"It would have been so much easier if all of them were vampires. We would have already ruled the world." Reginald thought to himself and rolled his eyes.
Though he was blaming his father, he of course knew that turning humans into vampires was not an easy task. And to add to that, only one out of ten of the attempted humans would successfully turn into vampires. The others would end up dying.
Reginald sighed and mumbled, "Can't wait to reach the capital of Wyverndale."
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The sweet aroma of Adeline lingered in his senses and he thought, "And I can't wait to drink her dry."
A sinister smile crept on his lips as he imagined the hopeless look on Adeline's dying face.
That end goal was the only motivation that was keeping him from enduring this long and boring horse ride.
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Two of the divisions of the soldiers were guarding the capital of Wyverndale in case that Vampire King changed his plan on a whim and directly came to attack the Palace.
Among the Royals, Edwin was left to guard the Palace because he was the person that Reginald trusted and in case the latter was to arrive at the Palace, he would be able to persuade the Vampire King and hold him off until further reinforcement arrived.
Edwin was sitting in his workroom. He was restlessly tapping his foot on the ground and was imagining the worst-case scenario for the whole day.
"What if those vampires managed to kill all the werewolves and the witches? And what if they march here? Should I be on high alert?"
Edwin abruptly got up on his feet and began pacing around. He was unable to keep his calm at all.
"But if something like that had happened then Theodore would have come here to warn me. He said that he would come here in the evening to tell me how it went at the border."
He looked at the sundial. It was only 6 in the evening.
"He must be busy helping Nigel and the others right now. I hope everything went well."
Edwin didn't want any surprise attacks anywhere. Because that would make him look like a liar and the bad guy because he was the informant after all.
Most of the plans that Adeline made were based on the information that he gave. And he didn't want Wyverndale to lose after all that effort everyone had put into this war.
Edwin desperately wanted the enemies to stay away from the capital.
Unbeknownst to him, one of the most dangerous enemies of Wyverndale was in the dungeon, scheming her next moves.
Lillian was able to channel a greater amount of dark energy in her body by now. She was sitting in a corner where she wouldn't be easily noticed by the guards if they came to patrol.
Her palms were plastered to the barrier. And she was constantly trying to put a crack on the barrier.
If one listened closely then they would be able to hear the constant humming sound from the clashing of the barrier and Lillian's dark magic.
"Be patient, Lillian. You waited for this long. Waiting for a few hours or a few days is not a big deal." Lillian was whispering to herself and was motivating herself, a habit that she developed while she was in this dungeon.
Lillian heard the footsteps of someone from the corridor. So she quickly jumped on her bed and pretended to be asleep.
She furrowed her brows when a sudden light from the lantern hit her eyes. She opened her eyes and saw Hans staring back at her.
He looked at her with suspicious eyes. Or maybe it was just Lillian who thought so because she had been trying to break out of the cell.
Without saying anything to her, that guard walked away.
Lillian ground her teeth and spat on the floor.
And she mumbled, "You will be the first one to die the moment I get out of here."
She then grinned ear to ear while thinking, "And then I will kill each and every one of Dragomir's blood. And of course, all those whores who came to the Palace after me."
Lillian let out a soft chuckle and snarled, "I will burn the Palace down. Just wait and watch."