In the second floor of Lichtenstein Castle late at night, the only whisper of the breeze passing through the ancient window frames could be heard.

The moonlight from outside the window seeped into the room, covering the old carpets and furniture, casting a cold silver light.

The atmosphere of the room is tense and there is a sense of mystery in every corner.

"Your Highness Alexia, please calm down first, we can talk slowly."

Ranch's words were still as flat.

Hubertian, who was sitting on the side, didn't speak the whole time, but she was stunned like a dead machine at the moment, and she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Lanchi.

She had only hoped that Ranchi would ask for some information about the Cress Empire that might be related to Duke Miya, and she rubbed around to listen.

I didn't expect Lan Qi to shake out such a big hole in just a few words!

Just now, Lanchi said in front of the princess that the Crescent Empire would fall, and Huberian almost stopped Lanchi.

Huber Ann never expected that.

Look at the reaction of the princess Alexia.

You're right???

He...... How the hell did you know about such a thing? And! How much does he know about the secrets of the Cress Empire!

Huberian had mixed feelings.

She was both pleased that Ranch was too surreal and reliable, and she was puzzled by why Ranch knew everything, and there was a hint of dreamlike unreality.

Of the three people in the room, only Lanchi remained calm, and the princess finally sat down in her chair in a daze.

She didn't know what kind of secrets Ranchi had, but she couldn't turn a deaf ear to his words.

"Is it the Third Progenitor, the Duke of Rachar, the Seventh Progenitor, or the Marquis of Somerset, the Eighth Progen, who now controls the Cress Empire?"

Ranch asked, seeing that the princess Alexia was concentrating again.

He is all about being open and honest.

There are many details, and there are many more days to go into detail.

Now it's just a matter of getting to know the information he cares about the most as quickly as possible.

“？”

However, the princess Alexia had a puzzled expression, obviously not having heard of the names that Lanchi said.

"Wait a minute."

Lan Qi also thought that his real name was extremely important to the Blood Clan, and naturally he would not reveal his real name in the Empire.

Someone like him who can report the real name of the Thirteen Ancestors as the name of the dish, if the Ancestors find out, it is estimated that they will come to him as soon as possible.

After a brief explanation, Ranch and Huberian left the bedroom alone, and followed the familiar route to the library, which was also on the second floor of the castle, where the dimly lit stone brick walkway stretched beneath his feet, and soon he arrived at the library, which was plentiful with paper and pens.

In a drawer in the corner of the library, he found paper and pencils, and sat down at the largest desk in the center.

The light is soft and dim, the fragrance of old books fills the air, and the precipitation of history fills the air, as if he is the only one who is quiet here in a place that has been forgotten by time.

Ranch began to draw portraits of the three Bloods on paper.

Fingers move gently over the paper, and the sound of pencil rubbing against paper echoes in the empty library.

In his memory, the highest combat power of the blood clan that had awakened in the timeline before the main story should only be three.

Next up is the Marquis of Bernhard, the Ninth Progenitor.

Then, if the plot develops "smoothly", let the Blood Clan find and unlock the seals of the Second Ancestor Blood Prince and the First Ancestor Blood True King, it is really expected to reappear in the Blood Moon Bad World.

Ranchi doesn't deliberately depict, just let the brushstrokes flow with the memory, and the scribbled lines begin to gradually emerge on the paper, although the drawings are casual, his brushstrokes are simple and clear, as if there is a kind of magic that makes the characters come alive on the paper.

After about ten minutes, he finally completed three stick figures.

Ranch immediately stood up, took the three pages, and walked down the long corridor full of traces of time back to the 201-bedroom bedroom.

Pushing open the door, he quickly walked back to the long table.

"These three guys are the ancestors of the Blood Clan, and they are also the main culprits in the erosion of the Crescent Empire."

Lanchi placed the painted portraits in front of Princess Alexia one by one.

They are a delicate young man who is difficult to distinguish between male and female, a sharp young man, and a cold young woman.

However.

The moment she saw these three paintings, Alexia, who had calmed down, felt like she had fallen into a nightmare, and her expression became extremely frightened.

Huberian's gaze shifted back and forth in surprise back and forth between the face of Princess Alexia and the painting.

It was the first time she had seen a painting by Lanchi's own hands.

Although it is only three scribbled portraits.

But even the princess Alexia herself didn't notice that each of these overly expressive paintings was like a miracle, as if it had excessively aroused Alexia's soul fear, making her feel as if she had seen the ancestor of the blood clan with her own eyes!

“…… He, they. ”

Alexia's voice trembled.

She couldn't understand why anyone could know about the crisis in their Cress Empire!

She feared the young man whom Ranch called the Marquis of Somerset, the Eighth Progenitor, and who was now the Minister of Defense of their Cress Empire.

She had also seen the seventh ancestor, the Marquis of Heritier, in the palace.

But Alexia knew that an eighth-order marquis alone could not erode the empire.

There must be a terrifying bloodline in the depths that she was not aware of, a higher-order existence.

And she couldn't find out where the guy was.

It wasn't until everything corresponded to what Lanch had just said that she finally knew the answer.

The real mastermind, the Third Progenitor, Duke Racharre, seems to be a freshman in the Royal Academy of Cressy, gentle and friendly, and has no difference from normal humans.

Lanch actually said that this guy is a duke of the Bloodline?

A suffocating fear enveloped Alexia's body, causing her to clutch her chest in a near-collapse and tears to her eyes.

She never imagined that the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan would play the world so close to her, playing everyone for fools.

Even she, who thought she was closest to the truth, saw only the appearance.

Is there any salvation for this empire?

“……”

Ranch raised his hand, and the Great Love Poet relieved himself of his summoning state in understanding.

Let the Great Love Poet continue to stay at this moment, I am afraid that the princess Alexia will no longer be able to think and talk normally.

"Sorry...... I've done my best to scribble. ”

He still didn't expect that these three paintings would bring such a great spiritual impact to the princess Alexia.

(End of chapter)