When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist

Chapter 1353: Chapter 1271: Must Give a Toast

Standing at the edge of the banquet, Lakunio held a glass of green apple wine instead of the champagne filled with fresh blood.

This sweet-and-sour wine, produced by the Holy Alliance, is the only wine where one can detect whether there is blood in it.

Even now, Lakunio still refuses to consume Lilith’s blood or human blood.

He does not even know why he insists on this. As soon as he drinks Lilith’s blood, he can immediately become a Vampire Count.

But why does he resist drinking it so much? Lakunio himself doesn’t quite understand.

Facing the clamor by the bonfire, he quietly took a sip of wine.

Humans and ghosts do not share in each other’s joy and sorrow; Lakunio only finds them noisy.

He agreed to Samuji’s plan, not because he thought it was particularly ingenious, but because there was no other choice.

The Shattered Stone Plain can’t hold up just by brute force from the front.

André indeed has a knack for command; his grasp of the situation is very precise, and his offense-defense transitions are very flexible.

Especially his ability to seize battle opportunities, frequently launching attacks when the Royal Court’s army splits forces or changes defense.

If one must describe it, it is like a slippery loach with sharp teeth.

If he were younger, Lakunio would dare to spar with him.

But Lakunio truly is old; he is nearly a centenarian, his energy is really lacking, often unable to keep up with André’s maneuvers.

But this is only one of the reasons; the fundamental reason is actually because of political factors.

Heavens, why can’t politics be separated from military matters?

"Lord Lakunio, why aren’t you drinking?" A tipsy vampire walked over, holding a glass wine cup, "Don’t be so reserved, come on, let’s switch to a bigger cup."

"I don’t drink alcohol; it makes me dizzy." Lakunio recognized this vampire, Kovach Lyamurel, a baron-level vampire.

The Lyamurel family is a branch family under the Brahe family.

Lakunio immediately grasped his background and purpose, and turned to leave.

Yet before he could walk away, Kovach grabbed his arm: "Hmph, trying to escape? Everyone is drinking, why aren’t you?"

"I don’t like drinking."

"Then what do you have in your cup?"

"It’s just apple juice, fermented for long-term preservation."

"That’s still a human thing!" Kovach’s voice grew louder, attracting the attention of many vampires present.

Among the vampire leaders of the Northern Army, Lakunio still holds some prestige.

Because once Lakunio drinks Lilith’s blood, he will immediately become the leader of the Northern Army.

However, this current batch of vampires does not belong to the Northern Army; they belong to the Royal Palace Guards.

Led by Samuji Brahe, who is the envoy leader of the third mission, or simply called the third Angel Envoy.

As the Central Army, do they need to show favor to the local army? Clearly, they do not.

So Lakunio, as the only human among vampires, is too conspicuous.

Especially with an air of nostalgia for his homeland, to someone as racially confident as Samuji, it is utterly revolting.

You treacherous traitor, your homeland and people are annihilated, and being a betrayer, you are still undecided, that’s absolutely disloyal.

What to do with disloyalty? Drink the origin blood and make you loyal!

"Hey, do you find our blood wine not to your taste?" Kovach appeared drunken, blocking Lakunio’s path, "Still thinking about your human compatriots?"

Biting his teeth secretly, Lakunio stepped back: "I don’t feel quite well, so I won’t drink."

"Feeling unwell? Even if unwell, it can’t be helped." Kovach sneered, reached out and grabbed Lakunio’s wrist, bringing the wine jug to his mouth, "Not drinking is a disrespect to the envoy leader Samuji, a human traitor, yet you dare to put on airs?"

Lakunio struggled fiercely, trying to push Kovach away, yet also dared not harm him.

Kovach’s strength was immense; without real effort, Lakunio couldn’t break free.

The surrounding vampires crowded around, some jeering, others mocking, their eyes full of disdain.

The physiological difference between vampires and humans is great, but certain intrinsic qualities of intelligent life are difficult to change.

Not only vampires, dwarves, centaurs, beastmen, even slightly intelligent animal groups, all have the habit of factionalism.

While this is merely a minor episode at the banquet, it actually exposes parts of the bloody reality.

In the Royal Court, even though Serafe generously states that a portion of the servant army can maintain Miseria’s beliefs and human lineage.

But in the Royal Court, humans are forever livestock, not even counting as blood servants.

No matter how high a position Lakunio achieved or how great merits he gained, it could not change this fact.

But he did not wish to become a vampire; he merely wanted to use the power of vampires to revive the Plantagenet Dynasty.

The Plantagenet Dynasty could transform into vampire bloodlines; many of the families in the Royal Court were human nobility changed into vampires, and he didn’t oppose that.

However, once he became a vampire, he would have eternal life and never be able to ascend to the Celestial Kingdom.

What made him feel the most despair was reading the evaluation of himself in history books after a long lifespan.

This was his greatest fear.

At this moment, more vampires surrounded him and even began to support Kovach.

"A human traitor dares to disdain the vampire nobility?"

"Humans are nothing but lowly blood food; you’re just a lucky pet, yet you dare not to drink the wine we offer—outrageous!"

"Even Miseria would have to drink the offered wine at the Royal Court!"

What chilled Lakunio’s heart the most was that there were clearly many vampires from the Northern Army present.

Yet they neither supported nor joined in; they just watched from the outskirts with a faint sense of schadenfreude.

They never considered him as one of their own.

Seeing this, Kovach raised his hand, attempting to forcibly pour the wine down Lakunio’s throat, but was halted by Samuji with a shout: "Stop!"

Samuji, his mouth greasy, holding two wine glasses, walked over nonchalantly.

As Kovach came to claim credit, he found himself kicked away, rolling six or seven times, breaking a section of the fence before stopping.

The vampires all stood agape, while Kovach lay on the ground, continuously moaning.

Samuji snorted, "He is appointed as commander by His Majesty Serafe; who do you think you are?"

This was the only area where Samuji respected Lakunio.

"Sir Lakunio, I apologize on his behalf." Samuji pressed a wine glass into Lakunio’s hand, "Come, let me toast you."

Just as other vampires said, Miseria must drink upon arrival.

Due to the peculiar physiological structure of vampires, they cannot derive pleasure from normal activities.

Thus, they have formed a unique drinking culture or ritual, sometimes relating to the honor of families.

Samuji’s gesture might seem respectful to Lakunio, but it also forced him to drink the blood wine.

Lakunio stared at his reflection in the wine, without speaking.

The appearance of a human in vampire upper echelons made vampires fearful, hence their hunt of Lakunio.

This very action was because of that; originally, Samuji’s new army was supposed to directly reinforce Bacon Castle.

Yet he insisted on this maneuver, attempting to mobilize enemy forces, forgetting the risks behind it.

Even though Lakunio knew the risks, he had no choice but to let Samuji do as he pleased.

All because he was just an outsider!

Now this glass of wine was to force him to bow, to make him a servant.

He was a general of the Leia Kingdom, a minister of the Plantagenet Dynasty; how could he become a servant?

Gazing at the wine in the glass, Lakunio felt no battle in his life was as difficult as this.

Samuji’s eyes narrowed further, and the air became more tense.

Even if Lakunio refused to drink, there was nothing Samuji could do against him.

They were both appointed by Serafe, with nearly no difference in rank; Samuji’s actions were essentially an attempt to seize authority from Lakunio.

Just as he failed to see the risks of attacking the Wolf Bridge County, he didn’t see the risk in forcing Lakunio to toast.

The campfire crackled, the feast was left with only the wind’s sound, no one dared speak, simply staring at the two men holding wine glasses yet reluctant to drink.

Fortunately, the awkward scene didn’t last long; a panting servant army soldier rushed in.

Thank heaven and earth, this fool broke the uncomfortable silence, freeing both the human and the vampire.

"Urgent news, urgent news, from Fat Cow Castle!"

"What happened?" With a glare filled with dark hate at Lakunio, Samuji held his wine glass and stepped forward.

"The Holy Alliance Army, they’re advancing north!" The messenger swallowed hard, "They’re completely ignoring the battle group at Wolf Bridge County, nearly fifty thousand troops are heading towards Blue Pattern Castle and Fat Cow Castle!"

With a crash, Samuji’s wine glass fell to the ground, shattering.

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