SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 735

Chapter 735 The wastrel prince

Damon had no idea what the guy was talking about but luckily the man continued to talk, explaining everything.

"I have more bad news. The Crescent Moon clan is also joining the attack. The other three clans are still currently neutral but I think there is more to it. If Blood Gods have finally made a move, then they wouldn't do it without adequate preparations. Most likely there should be another clan joining them."

Blood Gods huh? Damon kept his expression neutral, though internally he almost choked on the irony. He folded his hands loosely atop the table and nodded for the man to continue.

"The Frost Veil and Ember Court remain officially neutral… but their silence is unnatural. It is highly likely that one of them had joined the Blood God."

A ripple of unease spread through the hall.

A silver-haired woman leaned forward slightly. "If the Blood Gods have truly moved, then this is no mere border war. This is a purge. They are coming for our whole court. They are hellbent on taking care of all of us." She then let her gaze wander around the table.

Damon frowned. So that was it. This wasn't simply a military confrontation. This was a coordinated multi-clan destabilization. If the Blood Gods had acted openly, they must believe the throne was vulnerable.

Which meant… Either this ruler had recently shown weakness… Or someone had convinced the clans that he had. This combined with the way the silver-haired woman spoke, there should at least be one or more traitors sitting around the table. He was sure of it.

Damon tapped his finger once against the armrest. "It's fine. Let them come. We can handle it."

"Pah!" Someone scoffed. "Sure, we can handle it. We will handle it and then be on our way to our eternal slumber." Another person openly commented.

Damon did not say anything but the silver-haired woman spoke on his behalf. "Shut up, Fren. You are to respect his highness and respect this court. You cannot-"

"Oh spare me, Lysandra." The man called Fren did not even bother to rise. He leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed lazily over the other. "We are past formalities," he continued coolly. "If the Blood Gods have moved, then there is no point for these formalities, is there?"

His gaze slid slowly toward Damon. "Are you expecting me to stay and fight alongside this good for nothing prince and lose my life? What for? Did I ask him to live his life as a wastrel? Or did I assassinate the Emperor and the crown prince? Don't you dare point your finger at me! I have stayed loyal to this clan for centuries. I was born and raised here."

"I was born and raised here too," another voice rang out.

A broad-shouldered man in dark red robes pushed back his chair halfway. His armor-thread shimmered faintly as his temper flared. "We all were," he added. "We bled for this court. We expanded its borders. We crushed rebellions. And now we are told to march into certain annihilation because his highness neglected his duties?"

Fren seized the momentum. "Exactly," he said, spreading his hands. "This is not about loyalty. This is about survival." His eyes slid toward Damon again. "Maybe his highness should consider transferring his duties to someone else. Maybe then we might stand a chance."

The entire table immediately erupted into a heated discussion.

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