Ascension To Divine Throne - Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Lord Chosen One!
Chapter 139: Lord Chosen One!

The next day, at the Cain Family Mansion.

The experiences from yesterday’s banquet hall were still deeply imprinted in William’s mind as he and Hilda walked hand in hand into the banquet hall. King Morton and Duke Harold were smiling knowingly, as if they had expected things to turn out this way.

Mora seemed slightly surprised, with a hint of teasing in his raised eyebrows, apparently taken aback by Hilda’s appearance, but more so by William’s teasing.

Prince Julius’s face was so dark it could almost drip water. After barely exchanging greetings with the surrounding nobles, he hastily left the banquet hall.

The expressions of those noble ladies were even more interesting, initially disappointed and then completely crushed by Hilda’s assertion of dominance, leaving them with downcast spirits.

After the routine formalities of the evening had concluded, Hilda blinked, smiled as she let go of William’s arm, and left directly.

“Until next time, William!”

Listening to the girl’s voice fading like silver bells, William smiled and left the palace shortly afterward.

As for what happened, who knows?

No longer dwelling on such matters, William knew that only by mastering power could he control everything and make everything go as he wished.

Moreover, there was an important matter waiting for William to attend to!

“Is this the place?”

Marion asked William beside him.

Having encountered William again today while foraging on Gedo Street, Marion thought news had come quickly, only to be told that someone wanted to meet him.

Considering the legendary aura he felt from William last time, Marion had no intention of refusing, obediently following William to this place.

Being someone who had always followed Prince Damon closely, Marion naturally understood the terror of legendary powerhouses. Since someone was interested in William, he thought it best to comply obediently.

Now, he looked like a charming, noble heir with a long-standing heritage, showing no signs of the commotion he caused in the lower district a few days ago.

William calmly led Marion into the second-floor study and gestured for him to sit on the sofa while he waited.

Even when William served tea, Marion nodded in thanks, showing no signs of relaxation.

William also sat nearby, waiting. Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the sofa opposite Marion. Joyce’s figure emerged from the shadow.

Legendary!

And a legendary assassin at that! Extremely powerful! No weaker than His Highness Prince Damon.

Feeling the sharp aura surrounding his body, Marion felt as if he were in an ice cave, the terrifying intent to kill making him lower his head, unable to meet the gaze of the elder before him.

Joyce looked at the vampire before him and retracted the pressure he had released.

This was also a small display of dominance, as Marion had almost scared his precious disciple Ashley last time.

But Joyce also knew that these bloodsuckers rarely caused fatalities, and Ashley hadn’t been injured, otherwise, it would have been more than just pressure.

“Your name is Marion?”

Joyce asked calmly, with the demeanor of a big shot.

“Yes, Lord Joyce.”

Marion respectfully replied. William had already informed him of this person’s name before coming here.

To be honest, if he weren’t afraid of offending this big shot, Marion would have wanted to grab William now and ask him directly.

The aura of this person is different from last time when William used Dimensional Shield!

You little brat, do you have two legendary big shots behind you?

“Which bloodline prince are you following?”

Marion’s heart trembled at the question. How did this person seem to know so much about the situation of the bloodlines?

But Marion didn’t hide it; having a backer was extremely important.

“It’s Prince Damon, Your Excellency.”

“Prince Damon?”

Joyce furrowed his brow slightly. Not to mention vampires, he had never heard of a legendary figure named Damon.

Of course, it might be because Joyce was still a fairly young legend with not many connections.

But Marion couldn’t dare to lie to him. Joyce nodded and continued to ask, “Why have you come to Canlight City to find a vampire? What’s the matter?”

“Well…”

Marion hesitated. After all, it involved the prophet of the vampire, and even in the face of a legendary-level powerhouse, one couldn’t casually reveal such information.

“If you’re looking for a vampire, I can help you find it. Just tell me the truth.”

Now Marion was in a dilemma. Could this person really know where the prophet was? After pondering for a moment, Marion decided to reveal a little information cautiously, saying, “His Highness ordered me to come to Canlight City to find a vampire, saying it might have an impact on the future of the vampires.”

Upon hearing this, William glanced at Angela, who was on his shoulder. Would she have an impact on the future of the vampires? The little guy was also staring intently at Marion, seeming a bit nervous.

Joyce, however, remained expressionless and continued to inquire, “So, you were just sent to Canlight City like this, without any other information?”

Marion thought for a moment, choosing to conceal the most important thing and gritting his teeth, said, “I only know the name of that vampire is Angela, nothing else.”

“Hmm.”

Joyce fell silent for a moment, then reached out toward Angela.

A deep gray aura suddenly appeared on Angela’s small white body, enveloping her before flying towards Joyce and merging into his outstretched hand.

“Hmm?”

As soon as that gray aura left Angela’s body, Marion immediately sensed a pure scent of blood in the room.

This must be a vampire, no doubt!

Marion turned his head to look at the source of the scent, only to find that it was the small white bat that had been clinging to William’s shoulder.

His face twisted a bit. This little guy was the prophet???

He had seen this little bat several times before, so why didn’t he feel anything about it?

William did notice the scene where Joyce took away a gray aura from Angela.

So, Marion hadn’t noticed Angela several times before because of the influence Joyce had left on her?

Marion settled his mind. This situation indeed exceeded his expectations, making him, who had always been somewhat adventurous, feel a bit excited.

After respectfully bowing to Joyce, Marion turned to Angela, who was still perched on William’s shoulder, and said, “Lady Angela, may we speak privately?”

Lady Angela?

William noted Marion’s address but didn’t object, leaving the decision to Angela, the little bat, herself.

The white bat scratched her head with her tiny claws and flew up.

With a flash of light, Angela transformed back into the appearance of a white-haired little girl, wearing a dress magically crafted, standing on the ground with her head held high, saying, “No need for all that trouble, let’s talk right here.”

Seeing Angela like this, Marion was a bit puzzled about why the prophet was so familiar with these people. But since there was no other way, he respectfully said, “Lady Prophet.”