Chapter 227: Destined to be King

"I understand," Le Corleone spoke slowly, from atop the abandoned watchtower, watching Wyatt's retreating figure.

"His Highness has reason to believe that the murderer is an Immortal Type," he said, expertly gesturing towards Yannick with an outstretched hand, "hence the suspicion falls upon us?"

Yannick, however, merely smiled slightly and humbly took a step back to make way:

"There's no 'us.'"

Le fell silent for a while.

"Your Highness may not be deeply familiar with my kind," the Eastland Vampire Race spoke softly under the moonlight, "not all Immortal Types in this world are protected by clans—there are loners abandoned by relatives, defectors who have fled their families, and even some clannish members who secretly go against our ancestral laws and bestow Origin Blood 'gifts' on their own, creating unregistered descendants of the Vampire Race…"

Prince Thales never turned back.