I am the heroine's godfather!

Lamia smiled faintly: "A tyrannical monarch, an unpredictable psychopath, the most terrifying dictator in the vampire court... these are the names the Holy Family uses to refer to me and Lilith."

Estia's expression was inscrutable, but she finally sighed and accepted Lamia's suggestion.

but......

"That's just an excuse."

Estia emphasized, "If you dare to take this seriously, I'm not sure if this arrow will pierce your chest."

"Hmm, I'm really looking forward to it."

Lamia gave a somewhat wicked smile. In terms of combat, she was the strongest court lord besides the old lich, much stronger than Estia.

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The following evening, the blood servants trembled as they delivered the invitations to the various families. Lilith huddled in her room, clutching a lace-trimmed dress and muttering to herself, "Did I really have to wear this dress...? It shows too much skin... and with the male concubines and all that... Lamia, why did you do this...?"

"Stop talking nonsense and just tell me whether you like it or not."

"Woo..."

"Ah."

Lamia sneered and said, "Anyway, I'll be the one going, so why are you worrying about it?"

"Because, because we are one."

Lilith argued softly, "I would be embarrassed to see my own body saying such embarrassing things."

"Heh, coward."

The crimson crystal chandeliers in the castle hall slowly lit up, and the court musicians began to play music with trepidation. This was the first banquet held by the vampire king since his ascension to the throne, and it was also the first time these musicians had performed before him, so it was no wonder they were quite nervous.

Loran leaned against the second-floor terrace, watching the carriages approaching from afar; they all looked like important figures.

Estia, dressed in a maid outfit with an emerald brooch on her chest, asked, "Are you really going to go crazy with her?"

"Well, it's good to have an identity that can be seen in the open."

Loran looked at Estia and smiled, "You look great in it."

"Ah."

Estia sneered, "Well, thank you for the compliment, my dear brother."

Serena, far away in Enshiya, suddenly sneezed.

The carriages slowly approached from afar, each carrying a prominent figure from the vampire clan. These figures, whose mere gestures could shake the entire vampire clan, arrived in haste because of an invitation that was utterly rude and didn't even bother to give a day's advance notice.

Lamia sneered.

What boring guys.

"Fine, let them indulge in their decadent dreams for a few more days. When it's time to close the net, they'll be heading to hell."

The twelve tolls of the funeral bell signaled the start of the ball.

Chapter 207 A Tried and Tried Method to Intimidate Others

The crimson crystal chandelier bathed the hall as if it were immersed in red wine, while a court band played melodious tunes.

Lamia leaned back on the throne, her scarlet skirt cascading down like spilled blood. Her crimson eyes held a hint of a half-smile. Standing beside her were Loran, dressed in a butler's uniform, and Estia, dressed in a maid's outfit.

The twelve sacred families were divided into two rows. At the front were the heads of each family, followed by the rising stars of each family, and then the core members of each family.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your invitation."

The rulers raised their glasses, crimson blood swirling within. Estia frowned almost imperceptibly; as expected, she still couldn't quite accept this custom of the vampires.

"Since I became the ruler of the royal court, I have never invited any of you to a banquet."

Lamia smiled faintly: "I hope none of you have any complaints?"

Everyone fell silent.

Lamia sneered, then extended her left hand and pointed at Loran: "This time, I want to introduce someone to you all."

Everyone looked up at Loran. Lamia said calmly, "His name is Loran, and he is my male concubine."

A look of shock crossed everyone's faces. Some people wanted to say something, but were interrupted by Lamia's voice. Her ruby-like nails tapped on the armrest as she said, "I introduced him to you all in the hope that you will open your eyes wide, and that your subordinates will also open their eyes wide, so as to avoid any unpleasantness and prevent your blood from staining my blade."

"......Yes."

"And this one, her name is Aya, she's Loran's older sister, you should also keep an eye on her."

What a perfunctory introduction.

Loran thought to himself, feeling a little embarrassed. This scene was so much like Wu Zetian and the Zhang brothers. Would someone use the pretext of "purging the court of corrupt officials" to kill him and force Lilith (Lamia) to abdicate?

"Alright, everyone, enjoy yourselves tonight."

The court orchestra played lyrical tunes, adding a touch of decadent glamour to the entire ball.

"The Marquis Mephisto actually left the coffin?"

Earl Crowley, one of the Holy Families, swirled his wine glass, his venomous gaze sweeping over the white-haired old man opposite him: "I heard you just executed your seventh bastard son last month?"

"Ha, you lowly beast, you are not worthy of bearing the name Mephisto."

Marquis Mephisto slammed his cane on the ground, and the blood bat hidden in his sleeve let out a shriek: "As for Earl Crowley, I've heard that you have no offspring these days."

"When it comes to offspring, it's better to have none than to have bad ones, don't you think?"

"Heh, just don't end up having to adopt someone from a collateral branch... After all, the Crowley family has only been a holy family for a short time, and the collateral branches and the main branch may not necessarily be of one mind."

"Then there's no need for Marquis Mephisto to worry."

Lamia stood on the second floor, looking down at the crowd below, a mocking expression appearing on her face.

“The Mephisto family is one of the top four of the twelve holy families, while the Crowley family is one of the bottom eight families and a newly emerging family that has replaced my family.”

Lamia pointed to the two arguing over there and said, "These two families have never gotten along. After all, the Twelve Holy Families are not a monolithic entity."

"Why do they dare to have someone impersonate your family?"

Estia spoke up: "Aren't you afraid you'll come after me?"

"It was my request."

Lamia sneered, "The name of the Holy Family is too rotten for me to accept."

"Who is this 'Mrs. Nemo' that Lucifer mentioned earlier, the one who plotted to murder her?"

Loran then asked a question, and Lamia pointed to the other side, where a noblewoman in a purple dress was chatting and laughing with others, her every move exuding an indescribable charm.

"The head of the Nemo family, one of the Lower Eight Clans."

"The Lower Eight Clans?"

Loran frowned: "Were the four upper clans not involved?"

"Who knows."

Lamia yawned: "I don't really care whether they were involved or not."

"That's true, after all, you won't keep them around regardless of whether they were involved or not."

"Lily—Lily—!"

A cheer suddenly rang out, and a black-haired girl in a long red dress walked quickly over, holding her hand: "Why aren't you dancing?"

Lamia's expression remained indifferent: "Cassanna, you know I don't like this."

"Hehe, I was just thinking, Lily, since you're holding a banquet, you must want to dance."

Kasanna said with a grin, then pointed at Estia in a somewhat condescending manner: "You, go and get me a drink."

Estia narrowed her eyes, then bowed slightly: "Yes."

"And you! What are you standing there for!"

Kasanna then looked at Loran: "Come and give me a shoulder massage!"

Loran blinked and pointed to herself: "Me?"

"Is there anyone else here besides you?"

Kasanna remained domineering, and Lamia narrowed her eyes, saying, "You've overstepped your bounds, Kasanna."

Kasanna's lips instantly pouted so much they could hold a bottle: "You actually yelled at me! You yelled at me for a male concubine!"

It was as if if Lamia didn't comfort her the next second, she would start losing her little pearls.

Loran was a little confused. Who was this person? Was he Lilith's friend in the Holy Family? But he didn't seem like a friend.

Although he didn't quite understand the relationship between the two, Loran knew he should probably do something, at least change the subject, but Lamia suddenly reached out her hand.

The next moment, a young vampire on the first floor suddenly struggled. A hand made of blood tightly gripped his throat, and he was pulled up in a struggle.

The guests froze in place, and Count Crowley's wine glass remained suspended in mid-air.

"Who gave you permission to use magic to spy on me, and to use my male concubine as gossip?"

"I simply admire you, sir..."

"Ah."

Lamia gave a cold laugh, her pale hand tightening slightly.

The young vampire initially tried to struggle, but then his struggles weakened and he eventually stopped breathing.

Lamia flicked her hand, tossing him to the ground like trash, then looked at Earl Crowley beside her: "If I remember correctly, this is your child?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, the Crowley family apologizes for his offense."

Earl Crowley quickly lowered his head, not daring to express the slightest dissatisfaction.

"Ha, keep your own dog in check."

Estia carried a silver tray as she moved among the guests, whispers drifting past her ears.

"This must be Crowley's most talented successor, right?"

"Sigh, it's his own fault for being so blind. How dare he talk about Lilith's male lovers? He deserves it."

Kasanna, who had been so arrogant just moments before, had now silently let go of his hand, a forced smile on her face: "Haha, well, my mother is calling me back, Lily, I'll come find you again next time."

The moment she turned away, a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Chapter 208 Lilith: You all think I'm stupid, but actually I'm not stupid at all.

"Who is she?"

Loran asked curiously, "Lilith's friend?"

Lamia withdrew her gaze, picked up the wine glass from the silver tray carried by the late-arriving Estia, and suddenly chuckled: "Friend? Heh, I probably wouldn't call that."

Loran took the silver cup from Estia, the blood-infused wine within rippling in the cup: "What do you mean?"

“Kasanna Trimon, from the Trimon family, one of the eight lower clans, is considered one of the core figures.”

Memories spread like a blood mist.

"Hey, what's your name?"

At the party, Kasanna, still a young child, was dressed in gorgeous clothes, looking like a proud princess, while Lilith, who had just returned to her family, was looked down upon by others because of her personality.

"I...I am Lilith..."

"You look so weak. Are you really a member of the Holy Twelve Families?"

Kasanna frowned, and Lilith replied somewhat timidly, "Well, um, I just got back recently..."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Kasanna pondered for a moment and said, "In that case, you'll be my follower from now on!"

"Follower, follower?"

"Correct!"

Kasanna patted her chest and said, "Be grateful! I'm one of the top ten in the Trimont family's competition this time!"

"Okay, great!"

"So, how about becoming my follower?"

Still young and having arrived in a strange place, Lilith, who had no friends, naturally agreed without much thought and thus became Kasanna's follower.