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In the dimly lit corner of the grand dining hall, a woman dressed in black sat in silence. Her posture was relaxed, almost indifferent, as if she had no care in the world. But her ears? They were everywhere.

Her gaze stayed fixed on her untouched plate, but she caught every whispered conversation, every muttered remark from the nobles scattered throughout the room. It was routine—listen, analyze, report. Most of their idle gossip was worthless, but tonight?

This time was different. Her expression darkened, her grip tightening around the silver fork as she heard it.

Pyris. Dracula. Uncle.

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt. 'Her fingers tensed around the glass. How the hell did we not know about this?'

The Silent Army prided itself on knowing everything, yet here she was, listening to nobles—mere gossiping aristocrats—talking about an alliance they hadn't even caught wind of. Had Dracula betrayed them?

Her heart pounded against her ribs, but she remained eerily still. It was a skill, after all—hiding shock, masking emotions, even when the ground was crumbling beneath her.

This wasn't just some empty rumor. If even lowly nobles had caught wind of it, then Dracula had played his hand in the open.

The Dragon Empire and the Vampire Empire were supposed to be working together. Their entire goal was to strip House Obsidian of its power, carving out whatever influence they could before the Gods' descent. The failure at Sly Mines had been a setback, but not a complete loss. They still had contingency plans in place. Right?

Drakos had put everything into these schemes. He had been so sure House Obsidian wasn't worth considering, so sure they would crumble under their own weight. Why waste time on a family that was doomed? His stance was clear—House Obsidian was a falling giant. A family too weighed down by its own past to remain standing much longer.

There was no need to entertain a relationship with them when their collapse was inevitable.

And yet—

Here she was. Silent Night, one of the Emperor's most trusted operatives, learning from fucking nobles that Dracula had made his own deal with House Obsidian. And worse—Pyris, their heir, called him uncle.

What the actual fuck?

Her blood turned cold.

How could this have happened under their noses? Under her watch?

If Dracula had truly allied himself with House Obsidian, then everything—everything—they had built between the Vampire Empire and the Dragon Empire was worthless. Their strategies, their agreements, their carefully laid-out schemes?

All invalidated.

Silent Night sucked in a slow breath, trying to steady her thoughts.

Dracula had gone behind their backs.

And the worst part?

Drakos hadn't even seen it coming. The ties between the two families — Valyrian and Obsidian—had already been severed. The Dragon Emperor had walked right into that decision himself. And now, Dracula was sitting comfortably with House Obsidian, waiting to reap all the benefits.

Silent Night clenched her jaw.

"Fucking Dracula."

Had Dracula orchestrated all of this? Manipulated the Dragon Emperor into burning bridges with House Obsidian, all while securing his own relationship with the latter House? That way, the two most powerful Dragon Houses would be at each other's throats, leaving Dracula to reap the benefits?

It was too convenient.

Drakos had made his move, isolating himself from House Obsidian with his own rash decisions, thinking he was securing power. But in reality? He had played right into Dracula's hands. Now, House Obsidian owed him nothing.

And Dracula? He could reap everything.

Her teeth clenched. 'How long had he been planning this?' Silent Night's stomach churned.

How convenient. How terrifyingly calculated. Drakos had been played. Drakos had made his move, isolating himself from House Obsidian and now, House Obsidian owed him nothing.

As if fate had handed him a gift, Seraphina's fallout with her father had only solidified his position. A perfect storm. One that left Drakos alone, weakened, without an proper plan B, without a wife—after Astrid had disappeared— and worst of all—without the resources as he had poured everything into their plan after Dracula's promised cooperation.

Silent Night exhaled sharply.

Drakos might have divine backing, but even the gods wouldn't save him from this level of failure. The plan had been simple—House Obsidian was meant to be barely surviving by the time of the gods' descent. On its last legs, struggling for influence, weak enough for the gods to crush without resistance.

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Drakos would be rewarded for his role in their downfall. His resources were invested in a plan that was now hanging by a thread. And Dracula? He had moved on—secured a deal that could render Drakos and his schemes irrelevant. How naïve!

Dracula had cut his losses and moved on! Simple as that!

The Dragon Emperor had sacrificed everything for a plan that was now falling apart right in front of them. Silent Night's grip tightened around her glass before she brought it to her lips, downing the rest of her juice in one slow gulp.

It was too soon to panic. Too soon to make assumptions.

But one thing was certain.

The Emperor had to hear about this.

Yet, before she could even move, another rumor hit her ears.

House Obsidian… aligned with the Serenova Family?

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Silent Night's entire body tensed. No. No, this was bad.

How many times had the Dragon Empire tried to win the backing of that family? How many times had Drakos himself tried to form an alliance with them?

Too many to count.

And every single time?

The Serenova Family had turned them down.

Not just the Dragon Empire—but every empire that had ever tried to pull them under their influence. That family didn't pick sides.

They didn't need to. They begged them!

In any normal case, a business empire without an actual empire's backing would be crippled. Without a strong empire shielding them, they'd be vulnerable—prey to political pressure, restricted trade routes, and suffocating economic warfare. After all the empires were the real sovereigns of Argos and everyone wanted to be in the good books of those royals.

It was the unspoken rule of power.

Yet… the Serenova Enterprises were the one exception.

They defied that logic.

Even House Obsidian, for all its power, had always maintained at least a working relationship with different empires to ensure smooth operations. Neutrality at worst, strategic alliances at best.

But Serenova?

They didn't care.

Threatening them with political consequences?

A fucking joke.

Any empire stupid enough to try would find itself in a very unfortunate position—forced to walk on eggshells just to avoid ruining their already fragile relationship with Serenova Enterprises. Only the Elves were in a mutual accounts with the Serenova Enterprises.