Chapter 412. Seraphine’s bloodline awakening - 6
Chapter 412: 412. Seraphine’s bloodline awakening - 6
William walked through the long corridors of the Elven Imperial Palace while remaining deeply absorbed in his thoughts.
His arms were crossed over his chest and his head looked down at the flawless glossy floor, every now and then he let out a quiet sigh as he recalled everything he had learned from Logan during the interrogation.
The palace around him was as magnificent as ever, with its elegant architecture and pristine decorations, but he paid very little attention to his surroundings. His mind was occupied entirely by the information he had extracted before Logan’s death.
The outcome had not surprised him.
Once Logan had outlived his usefulness, there had never been any realistic possibility that Selena would allow him to continue living. The man had betrayed the empire, plotted against the throne, and willingly allied himself with dangerous forces whose motives remained unclear. William had expected Selena to carry out judgment personally, and she had done exactly that.
She had also been completely sincere when she promised that Logan would not receive a merciful end.
William had witnessed enough of Selena’s anger to understand that much.
A faint smile appeared on his face as another thought entered his mind.
"Arwen is lucky," William muttered to himself while continuing down the corridor. "I spent so much time planning how I would embarrass him and make an example out of him, but he would now die before I could properly enjoy the situation."
[Well, life is unpredictable sometimes. Besides, your main target was Edward from the very beginning. Even if Arwen is gone, you can still use Edward as an excuse to deal with the sinclairs.]
William nodded slowly.
"That is true, but to be honest, most of those plans were made back when I was not at the highest realm of cultivation. At the time I had to think carefully about every move and every consequence. Now, however, I sometimes feel like abandoning all the plans entirely and simply dropping a miniature sun or a black hole onto the Sinclair Estate."
Orion immediately responded.
[Relax, William. Do not forget that with great power comes great responsibility. More importantly, do not allow your instincts to run wild, keep that in mind.]
William chuckled softly.
"I understand, Orion. You really need to trust me more." His footsteps echoed through the otherwise quiet hallway.
"If I were truly that petty, I would have cut Arwen’s head off the moment he became annoying."
[No. You left him alive because Seraphine wanted to handle him herself and you couldn’t convince her otherwise.]
William could not help smiling and shaking his head.
"Fair enough."
While continuing his conversation with Orion, William eventually descended deeper into the palace. The luxurious halls gradually disappeared behind him and were replaced by older sections of the structure that saw far less use. The air became cooler, and the atmosphere grew heavier with every step.
Eventually, he reached the basement area.
The walls around him were made almost entirely of aged wood, and faint sounds screams occasionally echoed through the dimly lit corridors. The place felt isolated from the rest of the palace, as though it existed in an entirely separate world hidden beneath the grandeur above.
William listened quietly for a moment. A distant voice carried through the darkness.
"I suppose she’s releasing all the frustration that has been building up since her awakening," he murmured.
Soon, he arrived in front of a small cellar-like chamber. As he stepped inside, an elven woman turned toward him.
It was Seraphine.
Her usually neat brown hair had come loose and now flowed freely around her shoulders. There was a fierce intensity in her eyes that was rarely visible, and her breathing was noticeably heavier than usual. The gentle and composed young woman that most people knew was nowhere to be seen at the moment.
Instead, she looked like someone who had finally reached the limit of her patience.
"Oh, hey honey."
Sera tried her best to sound casual despite the atmosphere. "Are you enjoying your stay?" she asked while breathing heavily only making William sweat from his temples.
As she spoke, she turned her attention back toward the figure restrained against the wall without letting William even reply as if those words had just been formality.
Arwen’s condition was miserable, he was tied tightly to the wall with mana restricting chains, his noble clothes nowhere to be seen he was clothed in clothes worse than slaves and even that robe had cuts and blood on it.
The arrogant confidence that had once defined him had long since disappeared, replaced by exhaustion, fear, and despair. Bound securely in place and unable to escape, he could do little more than endure Seraphine’s wrath.
A cry escaped his mouth as she continued venting the frustration that had accumulated for months. She used a thorny whip and smacked him using the barbed weapon again and again.
"You pervert!" Seraphine shouted. "I was sick of the way you stared at me."
The words poured out of her without restraint.
"From the day I arrived here, you never stopped following me around like some creepy shadow. Every time I left the palace and wanted to explore the city, every time I walked through the market or the theatre, every time I wanted a moment of peace, you always appeared."
Her voice grew louder with each sentence.
"Who do you think you are? What made you believe you had the right to act like that?"
William remained silent and simply watched.
He had rarely seen Seraphine express anger so openly.
Normally, she was patient, kind, and remarkably tolerant. Even when something bothered her, she often kept her feelings to herself rather than creating conflict. Watching her now made it obvious just how much resentment she had been suppressing.
Seraphine took a step forward,
"Every single time I went outside, I hoped I wouldn’t run into you," she continued. "I would tell myself that maybe today you would leave me alone, maybe today you would finally understand the hint and stay away."
Her eyes narrowed and she wound the barbed whip around his eyes before pulling the whip and grinding them back and forth with it.
An ear piercing scream escaped the throat of Arwen.
"Not once. Not a single time did you stop following me around. even after i was so blunt with my intentions, and the worst thing, your gaze was so perverted that it made me remember my days at the slave house"
William watched her for a moment before deciding to intervene, if only to redirect some of her attention.
"Sera, can I try that whip?"
His tone was lighthearted and deliberately casual. The attempt failed immediately.
"No."
Her response came without hesitation.
William blinked.
"No?"
"No."
She pointed toward Arwen who was trying to stop his mushed up eyes from flowing out and roared loudly.
"I am not finished yet. I want his blood splattered on every wall"
Orion spoke inside William’s mind.
[It is confirmed, Host. Seraphine is absolutely Selena’s daughter. No proof is required.]
William nearly laughed.
"Well," he said with a wry smile, "I have to admit that my sweet and gentle Sera can be surprisingly terrifying when she wants to be."
[That is actually quite normal. People with her personality often suppress their emotions for long periods of time. They keep everything buried in their hearts until the pressure becomes too great and eventually explodes all at once. If I had to guess, Seraphine probably never discussed Arwen’s behavior with Selena and simply endured it in silence until she finally reached her limit.]
William slowly nodded.
"I have to admit, there is a certain amount of wisdom in that observation."
[You should learn from it. Make sure she feels comfortable talking to you about things before they pile up inside her.]
"I’ll keep that in mind."
Another frustrated shout echoed through the chamber as Seraphine continued venting her accumulated anger.
William simply remained beside her.
He had no intention of interfering unless it became necessary.
For now, Seraphine clearly needed an outlet for the emotions she had been carrying for far too long, and William was content to stand nearby and watch over her.
While she released her frustrations, he quietly monitored her condition, making sure she did not push herself too far or allow her emotions to consume her completely.
The darkness of the basement remained silent apart from Seraphine’s voice, and William patiently stayed at her side until the storm inside her heart finally began to settle.