"Captain Makuire, why do you ignore me when I speak to you?"
Withered Bishop Nedodichka asked again.
Her innocent smile carried a naive charm, yet her eyes held a seductive allure that sent shivers down one's spine.
She hesitantly looked around the palace, her pale and delicate fingers gently caressing the walls, where tender and dripping flowers sprouted where she touched, and green vines poured down like a waterfall.
The air instantly became fresher, yet this supernatural power left Makuire feeling an indescribable Magic Power, experiencing a creator-like authority.
"Bishop Nedodichka is joking."
Makuire murmured in apology.
The Withered Bishop appeared as a very amiable beauty, but unquestionably, trusting her could lead one to untimely death without even knowing how it came.
"Don't be so stiff..."
Just as Nedodichka was about to say something, her gaze slowly shifted towards the entrance of the council hall.
Within the palace, a figure walked, leaving rhythmic footsteps on the carpet.
The middle-aged man wore a dark green academician's gown, a ceremonial hat, and had neatly arranged hair and beard, giving him a refined and gentle appearance as if he'd never faced battle. However, the overly deep eyeliner added a substantially sinister charm to him.
The dimly lit lamp in his hand cast long shadows over his figure and around.
The middle-aged man had somehow already pushed open the black iron doors of the council hall and stood alone inside.
"Rotten Bishop Fa Mo, were you also called here today?"
Withered Bishop Nedodichka recognized Rotten Bishop Fa Mo at first sight and asked with curiosity.
Though both their branches, the Withered and the Corrosion, were cooperatives within the Blood Clan.
It was unusual for all of them, possessing the highest combat power, to be summoned together without something significant.
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The Rotten Bishop Fa Mo nodded.
Even just having arrived, he seemed to understand why Captain Makuire felt uneasy surrounded by the two Cardinal Bishops.
It seems Captain Makuire's master, the Ancestor of the Blood Clan, has not yet arrived, and Makuire was quite wary of these notoriously wicked Cardinal Bishops.
"Alright, Nedodichka, you've scared him now. We Cardinal Bishops have quite a bad reputation in the South Continent, we need to be aware of it."
The Rotten Bishop Fa Mo spoke as if to smooth things over, setting down his case.
He was merely regarded as relatively cruel, known for conducting numerous bio-experiments and responsible for many deaths.
But Nedodichka genuinely was a disastrous temptress.
"Really now, I haven't done anything wrong; I just played a bit. Why is everything blamed on me... Right, Saint Heir?"
Nedodichka raised her hand, admiring her beautiful nails, and complained in a melancholic tone.
"I'm not in a position to comment on you, but one day I will have to arrest you."
The Withered Saint did not agree with her, instead standing in opposition and firmly denying.
"Hahaha, you truly are my greatest pleasure; I wait for the day you catch me if you can."
Nedodichka not only remained unoffended, she giggled playfully, covering her mouth.
"As for you, Fa Mo, try to rein in your hobbies a bit while in the Imperial Capital, the Empire's Special Operations Department is almost onto you."
She then advised Fa Mo.
"Is it so uncommon to randomly eliminate a family of three and turn them into a family portrait sculpture in the Empire?"
The Rotten Bishop Fa Mo asked unconcernedly.
Without waiting for them to continue their discussion.
"I apologize for keeping the two Bishops waiting."
Accompanied by this voice, two figures entered the vast council hall.
Leading them was the Seventh Ancestor Marquess Helitier.
She walked directly towards the seventh chair at the council table side.
The other figure sat at her diagonally opposite high-back chair, poised and relaxed.
Marquess Helitier's eyes remained closed, as if perpetually seeing through the multilayered dome ceiling, discerning the patterns woven by the brilliant stars in the night sky.
"Everyone just arrived."
Withered Bishop Nedodichka casually shrugged.
"Firstly, Makuire, report on the information from the Empire's Special Operations Department."
The voice of Seventh Ancestor Marquess Helitier was calm and ethereal.
She did not mind sharing the Empire's recent situation with the two allied Cardinal Bishops.
"No problem."
Makuire hurriedly answered.
"Violet has now returned to Brilda, but she has no indication of the oddity that Princess Alexia's freedom has been seized; she continues to focus on preparing for the Moon Goddess's mid-month ceremony."
Makuire immediately reported the latest situation.
The last instruction he received was to try to keep Violet, the Sixth Military God of the Aqua Jade Throne, away from Brilda as long as possible.
The Blood Clan covertly manipulated to fabricate the appearance of the ultra-ancient Divine Beast's skeletal king's remnants within the Empire, discovered relics of extreme danger that necessitated the protection of a powerful force for the Empire's exploration team and Saint Kray Monastery archaeologists.
In the end, Violet personally went to Lake Stabergen near Botswana Province, capable of freezing the entire lakeside surface near the exploration cave.
If the battle took place underwater or on the surface, Violet would have a significant advantage.
Apart from her, only War God Hesintos could guarantee a foolproof operation, but being the supreme commander, Hesintos would not likely involve himself personally.
Thus, Violet became the natural choice.
During this period, the Blood Clan had already achieved numerous objectives in Brilda.
Such as further controlling the Royal Family, transporting an Ancestor from abroad back within the Imperial Capital, and assassinating many targets they had long wished to eliminate.