The Vampire Prince's Toxic Consort (bxb)

Chapter 43 Prelude

Lucius gawked at Silvan incredulously, "Why are you here?! This is...my dream!"

"Perhaps you just dreamed of me because you secretly desire me?" Silvan rejoined jestingly.

"I desire to punch your cheeky face. Will it come true in this dream?" Lucius retorted acidulously.

Silvan chuckled, "You can try."

Lucius remembered Silvan was a scion of both Azreal and Lilith, and the latter was the Elder of Pride and Envy and was believed to be the most beautiful of the ten. And her line mastered the art of manipulating desire and weaknesses.

"So, is this your Lilith line's ability? Creeping into other people's dreams? A bit voyeuristic, don't you think?" The consort jibed.

Silvan laughed sonorously, and as he took a few steps toward Lucius, his appearance became shifty. His hair and eyes changed color with each step, and a dreamy aura glowed beneath his skin, making him more gorgeous and attractive than ever, "it is much more useful than you would have thought. Dreams are the highways to your deepest desire and secrets. I can plant thoughts and desires in people's minds through dreams, making them obsessed with things they didn't care about before, driving them mad with random anxieties. Moreover, people can lie when they are conscious, but they can rarely do that in their dreams. "

"Oh really? You think I can't lie to you here?"

"You have become Lucid, which makes matters more complicated... Some humans and vampires, like my brother, are trained to resist such magic as they easily become lucid in their dreams. But you...you seem to have something different in you...something alerted you when I entered." Silvan strolled around, taking into the hellish scenario from every direction, "but what a scene! I've seen some fucked up dreams, but this one is among the top five. Wait, this place looks familiar...isn't this the St. Primus Cathedral of Anthor?"

Silvan pointed at a half-collapsed building afar. The unique crown-like silhouette of the five pinnacles and a giant half-broken rose window was unmistakably the holiest institute in Anthor and the symbol of God's authority on earth. And now it was wrecked to the extent that Lucius didn't recognize it at first in his dream.

Why the hell was he dreaming of his homeland's destruction? And why did he feel...good?

His expression must have betrayed his thought, and Silvan grinned toothly, "I had my doubt about your identity because if you are truly the innocent angel of God they said you to be, you wouldn't have lasted this long. Besides, it was almost unthinkable that Anthor would agree to give up their beloved prophecy and head of Anthor Churches just for a respite.

"And then I remembered that you have a twin brother, so I wondered if Anthor has played a trick on us. And this time, I finally got a chance to take a peek at your twin brother, who claimed that he was the more...hedonistic Lucius Rosenfield, albeit wearing overly casual clothing that was completely different from Lucius Rosenfield's usual flamboyant dressing style. And I wonder, what will happen if I speak to the King about my speculation? I'm sure he would be elated to find a way to end the treaty."

Lucius clutched his hand into a fist behind his back and tried to maintain his composure, "so why haven't you, if you are so sure about your groundless speculation? And where is your evidence? Merely my brother didn't dress well enough this time?"

"Even if I have any evidence, I wouldn't have let you know, would I? Besides, now that we are on friendly terms, things may not have to go that far. And if everything is settled as we have agreed, you will be able to go back to your country and reunite with your family."

"I've given you the photos of the scroll. What else do you want?"

"The content is not enough. I've had my enchanters attempt to decipher it. It was encrypted with blood magic, so it has to be a member of the Aslani family to use it and open the door. However, after you enter the sanctuary, everything will be more straightforward.