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Part 1 : Dinner Banquet

It was not an ordinary dinner banquet.

A pair of golden eyes of Keith continued to move restlessly staring at a line of foreign nobles who had come to gather with their families in a remote place in their special area of ​​headquarters. Beside her, Steve, her husband, became more soothing with occasional glances and left a smile. However, Keith was still upset. The atmosphere here is too cold with all the slices staring at each other.

"This is not an ordinary dinner herb. This is a meeting that becomes a blanket of hostility," said Steve as they prepared before arriving at this venue. "Two noble families fighting over the higher caste will never reconcile. This dark meeting will discuss and at the same time clarify the custom of warfare which is carried out every 300 years."

Keith again sighed restlessly, fixing her focus on the dish in front of her didn't change her mood at all. Oh come on, that woman is still 22 with just three months passed of her vampire status and being Steve's wife too. Being part of the vampire aristocrat Steve Chermayn, now the name Keith Gaileen automatically changes to get her legal surname, Keith Chermayn.

"I hope you prepare a more promising army so that you don't disappoint your former ancestors to relinquish your caste position," said Mr. Chloire, or the king of the family who became the enemy of the Steve family, causing Mr. Chermayn to stand up right away, eager to cast his wrath.

"Shouldn't that be directed at you? Don't be proud of the achievements of your ancestors who also sacrificed themselves for the sake of where you are now. Watch your steps, because I will make sure that you don't let your guard down this time!" snapped Mr. Chermayn, his wife Roselie hurriedly gave a soothing handful. If him let go now, the war might be held this second.

Keith gave up, her palms all drenched in cold sweat. For some reason, the atmosphere was that tense. Seeing the two great masters from both sides showing signs of ending the meeting, all of the core family guests automatically stood up as the followers coincidedly bowed deeply.

"See you later, Chermayn," Mr. Chloire Lay hissed at his opponent coldly, then walked ahead of them all overtaken by a horde of followers and their families.

Steve could only take a deep breath to see it. "Dad, you know that Chloire really likes to get angry just for fun. Never mind, we have also prepared special forces for the last 300 years. The most important thing now is our mental. We have to be more courageous in facing them," he said, intending to remind.

Only then can the father relax the twitch in the forehead, catch his breath as he absorbs the meaning of his proud son. "Yes. You're right, Steve. Let's do our best when the day comes."

Meanwhile, Keith, the woman instead focused wrongly on one of Chloire's strongholds who were slowly leaving the meeting hall. There was a young man in a robe who really caught his attention. He was tall, almost like Steve, had a blonde mane with a distinctive style, and an extremely cold gaze. Not sure is appearance or other things made Keith suddenly interested, but there Keith had just stood there and followed the steps of one of his enemy parts who happened to be walking slowly, so he fell behind.

Unfortunately Steve did not realize his wife's reckless action because he was still immersed in conversations with his father.

"Um, wait!" called Keith straightforwardly, who knows where the fear ran that had been languishing in her chest during the meeting. The man Keith had summoned braked his steps, pausing for a long time in a position that looked like he couldn't believe what he had heard. "Yes, I called you," continued Keith following his guess.

The man turned around—just like any other member of the enemy—staring hatefully, as if to convey that he was deeply disturbed.

Seeing that, Keith held her breath. One fact suddenly screamed in her mind; that her guess was correct, impossible to miss, unmistakable. But look at her opponent, still staring apathetically with a dazzling golden light—looking mesmerizing. "W-what's your name?"

The man in front of her had a chance to glance, somewhat disbelieving this rare event. "Are you tired of living or something?" he asked in a deep voice, finally speak up.

"S-sorry. I know this doesn't make sense. You're annoyed. But, I—" Keith's speech was interrupted as the young man advanced swiftly, erasing the distance and squeezing the faces of the two of them in just a matter of seconds. Making it difficult for Keith to even drink her own saliva.

"Watch your attitude, Miss," said the man intimidatingly. "Finding out more about me is no fun, I usually really hate giving other people a chance. So, you're lucky." He took a breath, gradually drew his distance as he stuck one hand into his trouser pocket. "I'm Daniel. Daniel Chloire."

"Young Master, there is no time. We have to go home now." A man or Daniel's personal assistant suddenly appeared, reminding him.

Coincided with Steve who ran as hard as he could from the core room to catch up with Keith. Frantically ran over. "Keith? What are you doing?"

Keith joins in to gather awareness as Daniel and his assistant dash away that very instant, as fast as lightning. Suddenly felt guilty staring at Steve's worried expression. "Forgive me. I just—"

"Did one of them bothers you? Trying to hurt you? What have they said? "

Seeing Steve immediately confusing herself examining her whole body, Keith could only smile faintly. "Never mind, I'm fine. Let's go home and rest after this. Dad said that wanted to talk privately with you in his room as soon as possible, right?" Not to forget that the woman reached out to rub her husband's cheek. "Sorry for worrying you."

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