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It didn't take long for news of Archduchess Veloria's failure—and the deaths of the three Heavenly Saints—to reach the High Heavens. Both the Vampire Sect and the Heavenly Palace were shaken by the report.
"Family Head!"
"Family Head, Lord Xarion!"
"Lord Xarion!"
"The Archduchess! She's dead!"
"Archduchess Veloria has fallen!"
"She's dead! The Archduchess is dead!"
"Aahhh! How could this happen?!"
"I know, I know," Xarion sighed, slumping on his throne with his chin resting on his fist. "I'm exhausted right now, so keep your voices down."
"We apologize..."
The vampires who had rushed to deliver the news were startled by his calm reaction. After all, his own daughter had been killed in cold blood.
Yet he appeared utterly unaffected, as if he had never formed any attachment to Veloria—let alone felt anything resembling love.
