Cheat Cultivator's Ascension - Chapter 530 - 530: The Sovereign of the Northern Lands

“They made such a bold move within the reaches of my land?”

It was already a not-so-pleasant day for the person, the queen sitting on the throne of the creatures of the night, her people in the central having a lot of problems clashing with the other main races, her child having a problem with the progression of her core, and her mother losing contact with her while exploring a dangerous secret realm.

And seemingly timing it in purpose to truly blow her patience off, this incident, a problematic tumor in her domain, just starts moving, without her permission as well, the place they are heading to somewhere that she is quite familiar with.

‘You already left and you’re still giving me quite some problem, my sister…’ an image of a lady appears in her mind, someone who never shared the same parent as her yet she treated as someone who is connected by blood to her nevertheless, bond formed through the countless life and death struggles they share during their time exploring the continent as much as they can.

‘That girl Liliana, I told her to move to the capital as well, now look at these people trying to mess with her just because they thought there’s no one supporting her…’ she added in her mind as a familiar figure appear in her mind, this one seemingly a splitting image of the sworn sister she has, save for the fact that she’s quite some years younger than said sworn sister.

Releasing a helpless sigh, the extreme pressure she is unconsciously letting out dissipated into nothing, allowing her subjects, previously trying their best not to do anything that might trigger her ire, to speak in reply to her question.

“Y-yes, Your Majesty…”

One of the nobles replied as they remain one knee on the ground, daring not to lift their head to take a look at their queen for two reasons, first, the fear of humiliating themselves at the possibility of being lost in her allure, and the second, the terror of pulling the wrath of others unto them for daring to stare at their queen.

“Fufufu~~~ Great, just great!!” as she moves one of her hands to spread open a fan, covering the lower half of her face, her other hand, still fixed on the throne’s armrest clenches in sheer force, shattering the armrest into dust, the sight of their queen doing this for the countless of times already a sign that tells her subject that this report is anything but great.

Waiting in silence, they can only hear their own breathing, along with the howling winds blowing through the castle as they patiently remain in their place until their sovereign issues her order, a wait that takes place for not too long as the queen’s impatient voice echoes across the throne room.

“Let the Bloodsword Guards enter the throne room…” as the words come out of her mouth, the silence that previously reigns over the room is overwhelmed by the gasp of shock that proceeds to explode into surprised questions of hesitation, as little to none among these nobles felt the need to escalate everything to such a point.

The reason for that?

The reason for that silences the question the moment they enter, thirteen individuals armored, armed, and shielded solely by the equipment and armaments forged by the greatest of the continent, the polished, crimson armor with gold trimmings, partnered with the thick, fur cape with the crimson crescent moon, the insignia of the vampire royal family, etched onto said cape.

While they sure look impressive with all the well decorated and still practical, nay, powerful tools arming their body to the brim, what is all the more impressive is the bloodlust oozing out of them, sure, the vampire race already has this innate hunger, greed, for blood, but these individuals are on an entirely different level, thick, extreme intent of slaughter congregating, seemingly forming corporeal matter, crimson blades of terrifying sharpness, out of thin air.

Despite the intimidating presence, however, there remains a single person unbothered by the air around them, that individual being none other than the person sitting on the throne, the eyes staring at them seemingly even sharper than their intent, forming sharp blades of intangible will in the air.

“We greet Your Majesty, Queen Lucia, the Bloodsword Guards are at your disposal…” the one on the frontmost of this group said first, and then followed by the rest of the thirteen, as all of them knelt down the ground, the weight of the armor causing the floor to shake a little, something that none among the nobles kneeling near them noticed given the thick intent of carnage still oozing, permeating the atmosphere.

“Leona, would you say that your group needs some stretching?” hearing the unwavering tone of loyalty on her subordinates’ voice, she addressed the one on the frontmost with a slightly twisted smile on her face, a smile seemingly of someone who’s prepared to beat a lesson onto someone for them to remember not to do anything foolish within her own domain.

“Yes, Your Majesty!!” seeing the smile on her master’s face, the leader of this group reveals a smile through the helm covering her face, her voice, previously full of respect and even reverence, now filled with battle-hungry intent, her fist clenched in all of her strength, causing the metal gauntlet to creak under her grip’s might.

“Great as always… then you know what to do” the sovereign of the northern lands smiles as she heard the answer she wants, waving her hand as she dismissed this group, watching them with quite the pride in her eyes as she is the very person who raised these children to the level they are today, and while it might be true that there’s still her own daughter who she treats closer and more important than this group, they are treated not that different compared to said daughter of the queen.

“Right, bring Lucille with you as well, it’s been a while since those two kids last met, who knows, maybe she can convince that stubborn girl to return to the capital with her…” the queen added, a doting smile on her face as she talks about those two young ladies who she treats as her own, her daughter, who gave quite the joy to her life, and the daughter to her deceased sworn sister, who made this life of her all the more interesting as well.

“As you order, Your Majesty,” the armored group, the Bloodsword Guards, replied as they placed their fist on their chest, near their hearts, saluting to the one who raised them to be the powerhouse they are today, bowing their head before proceeding to follow her orders.

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Meanwhile, unaware to the events that is taking place in the capital, the subject of the queen’s concern that made her mobilize one of the most powerful forces she has in public, waits peacefully, standing with her rapier in front of her as she looks over the horizon, a faint smile, mixed with an obvious trace of worry apparent on her face as she awaits what is about to come.

‘Come, it will be different from back then…’