The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Five days passed in a flash, and Ella and Seven Stars used the same method to easily eliminate the three strongholds.

A large number of Samuel's Secret Order followers, and even low-ranking vampires, who were hiding in the stronghold, were imprisoned in the Royal Police Department's jail.

When Valentine heard this news, which was like a bolt from the blue, he was almost driven mad. He was hiding in one of the last two secret outposts with a group of vampires and the last remaining followers of the Samuel Order.

"Another one gone??? By the Queen, how did they even find them?!"

Not to mention the Samuel's Hermitage, their vampire clan has already been reduced to only sixty-odd members under such suffocating searches.

Outside the door, about a hundred Samuel's Order followers, vampires, and their blood servants were crammed into a large hall of an underground altar, making it look extremely crowded.

The cooperation between vampires and humans is always temporary. Forced to live under the same roof, and being a group of strange heretics, friction is inevitable.

This greatly upset Valentine, especially when he asked his men about the origins of the people who destroyed their base, and they responded that they had never heard of the name.

“My Lord, according to the investigation by our blood servants who have been dispatched, these people should be from the Seven Stars Society and the Blackwater Gang.”

"What are these two things? I've never heard of them before! Are they the Valen royal family or some kind of organization affiliated with the Holy See?"

"Um, they seem to be two... gangsters."

...A gang? Seriously?

Valentine stared wide-eyed at his subordinate, on the verge of a breakdown.

Chapter 152 Descendants of the Moon

"I don't understand how these damn gangsters and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police got together? And how did a bunch of gangsters get the ability to deal with our people and those cult leaders?"

Valentine roared in anger, but this action aggravated the horrific, corrosive wound on his right shoulder, causing him to grimace in pain.

“There is… a man named Sherlin Ford who facilitated the cooperation between these gangs and the police department.”

The subordinate responded meekly.

The subordinate did not know the answer to the second question, but faced with the count's fury, he dared not answer that he did not know and could only pretend that he had not noticed the question.

Fortunately, Valentine didn't investigate further. He just gritted his teeth and uttered the name "Shellingford" before smashing the table in front of him to pieces.

He could indeed not defeat the Holy Maiden of Light, but for some random human to dare to treat them like this, did they really not take them seriously?

"Hasn't that bastard Alex sent any word yet? We're almost all dead, and the Moonrise is almost here. How much longer are we going to have to wait?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Valentine immediately roared, "Come in!"

The door opened, and the person who entered was none other than Alex, whom he had just mentioned.

Valentine's face stiffened, and the words that were about to come out of his throat were immediately swallowed back down.

“Count, you seem to be in a very bad mood.”

Alex, the Thunder Saint, still had that thin, bespectacled appearance, but now no one would question his strength based on that look.

"Nonsense, we're running out of time! And now some gang has popped up to help the Royal Police wipe out our base. If this drags on any longer, I might be meeting you in their prison next time!"

"Please calm down, Count. You should know that I have also put in a lot of effort."

Alex spoke calmly, "Fortunately, the exact location of the second Blood Crown Stone has been found."

"Who has it!?"

Valentine's eyes lit up.

"The Holy Maiden of Light"

Alex shrugged and said, "Queen Valen entrusted it to the saintess shortly after that day."

Valentine's face immediately turned ashen, as if he'd swallowed a fly. "Let that woman have her?! Damn it, I only glanced at her at the theater and I knew she was as strong as a monster. How are we supposed to handle this???"

Although he kept muttering "damned Holy Maiden of Light" as his wounds ached, Valentine's centuries of age had given him enough perception to understand what he could and could not mess with.

Unlike younger vampires, he has an extremely keen intuition for things that are truly dangerous.

"This is indeed a headache, but fortunately, we have found an interesting alternative."

Alex smiled.

"An alternative?"

Valentine frowned. "The Queen's heart isn't something that can be replaced so easily."

"A slightly less advanced option, which carries some risk, but is worth a try according to our assessment."

"You'd better hurry up and tell me."

“Our investigation over the past few days has revealed that your empress, in addition to being the progenitor of the thirteen clans, actually had a biological daughter.”

Alex said softly.

Valentine was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically. "Nonsense! How could such a thing be possible?! As the Queen's personal guard, I have never heard of such a thing!"

“Apart from the progenitors of the thirteen clans three thousand years ago, the Empress has never created any more descendants!”

Valentine retorted angrily, "The Queen is not like mortal vampires; her offspring come from the meditation of her soul, not from something that can be born at will!!"

“It’s normal that you haven’t heard of her. Because her daughter is different from the obedient thirteen clans. She was born in the late period and is too unconventional.”

Alex replied, “Despite being a direct descendant of the Empress, she mated with a human and had two offspring. So, perhaps it was considered a disgrace, and your Empress never told you about it.”

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!!!"

Valentine panicked, grabbing Alex by the collar. "Are you kidding me?!? A descendant of the Queen... mating with a human...?!?! I'm going to kill you!!!"

"...Don't rush to resolve or disclose the source of something just because you hear something unacceptable."

Alex frowned slightly, a wisp of electricity crackling around his arm, before he raised his hand and pried open Valentine's rough palm.

Valentine's wrist was easily pried open by those seemingly slender fingers. He was momentarily caught up in the moment, but he immediately realized the strength of his opponent and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

"Fine, but you'd better give a reasonable explanation for what you just said. We vampires, even if we were to be wiped out, would never cooperate with anyone who dares to humiliate the Queen's name."

"Tsk, tsk."

Alex was somewhat disgusted by these words, which sounded too extreme and irrational, but he didn't show it on his face. "I know that it's hard for you vampires, who claim to be pure descendants, to accept that there are two humans in the world with the purest bloodline of the Empress, but that's the truth."

"Moreover, Count, you must thank yourself for your good fortune, because we have found one of them and reached a cooperation agreement."

Valentine listened, his eyes wide with disbelief. "...Who is it?"

Alex didn't answer, but looked at Valentine and smiled meaningfully. "You don't need to worry about that now. All you need to know is that starting tonight, our plans can continue."

……

The next day, Monday afternoon, light snowflakes were falling from the sky.

At the end of December, the deep winter of the foggy city finally arrived.

Originally, based on the progress of the past few days, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police was supposed to hold a press conference this afternoon to joyfully announce the raids on four Samuel Order strongholds and appease the citizens whose conflicts with vampires were deepening.

But an unexpected event occurred, making the atmosphere, which should have been improving, somewhat heavy again.

Queen Valen has passed away.

The Valencian Royal Family issued a statement announcing that the Queen's health had finally succumbed to the winter of her ninety-eighth year, and she passed away in her bedroom the previous night.

Just as the Queen had foreseen, her life seemed destined to come to an end.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, the day before was also her birthday.

But for an ordinary human being, ninety-eight years old is considered a long life in this world.

Therefore, the city of Fog was not too oppressive overall; it was just that a solemn atmosphere prevailed throughout the city in order to bid farewell to the queen who had led the Kingdom of Valen out of darkness.

In the square in front of Valencia Palace, amidst a light snowfall, the Queen's funeral was being held in a solemn atmosphere.

The royal band played a long, slow melody, accompanied by deep drumbeats, as the honor guard carried an exquisitely crafted ebony coffin past the banners of the Kingdom of Valen in perfect unison.

The royal family members, dressed in black formal attire, saluted in unison as they came to pay their respects. Outside the gate, the citizens who used to cause trouble out of discontent did not gather today.

Ella, dressed in a black dress, stood at the front of the crowd. As a representative of the sanctuary, she was naturally invited to attend the funeral.

She gazed at the black coffin, a touch of melancholy in her eyes. Just a few days ago, she had met and spoken to this person, and now he was suddenly a coffin; it all felt somewhat unreal.

However, to Ella's surprise, she also spotted Ford in the crowd.

The fact that he was able to attend a royal funeral suggests that this guy's status was clearly not as ordinary as he claimed.

After the tributes were paid, the Queen's coffin was carried by the funeral procession, forming a long line as it headed to the royal cemetery located on the back hill.

Ella followed the group, only to find that Ford, which had been several rows away from her, had somehow passed through the crowd and was now right next to her.

"Mr. Ford?"

Ella knew that this guy was usually very polite in formal settings and wouldn't suddenly rush to find her at this time unless there was a reason.

Ford saw Ella, his mouth slightly open as if he hesitated, but finally paused and spoke.

"Your Holiness, I apologize for disturbing you at this time. But I just suddenly realized..."

"His Majesty's death seems a bit suspicious."

Chapter 153 The Secrets of the Royal Palace

After watching the funeral procession disappear into the distance, Ella and Ford walked to a shady spot under a tree.

"You suspect the cause of His Majesty's death and want to enter the palace to investigate. Mr. Ford, is it really alright for you to tell me this?"

"I am so sorry to bother you on such a day, but Your Holiness, after thinking it over, I realize that it seems only you can help me."

Ford gave a wry smile. "My brother and the royal family would never allow me to do something so audacious. The police department won't give me any paperwork if they don't follow proper procedures. After thinking it over, I had no choice but to come to you."

Ella tilted her head slightly, looking towards the majestic and solemn royal palace in the distance, where rows of royal guards were patrolling.

"According to the standard royal funeral procession, there should be a segment where relatives and ministers pay their respects to the remains. Although the royal family's reason is that there have been many recent events and that His Majesty's funeral should be simplified in accordance with his will, I still suspect that the absence of this procedure is somewhat suspicious."

"No matter how simple the process, the faces of royal family members who have passed away are always prepared by a professional mortician, and out of respect, they often attend the funeral together."

"Given His Majesty's status and reputation, it is impossible for the royal family not to provide a dedicated mortician for his funeral, but I did not see any such person when I looked around just now."

"In my humble opinion, this is not very reasonable, unless there is something wrong with His Majesty's cause of death that requires keeping the matter of Rujianshi confidential."

Goodness, I must say, Ford is, in some ways, a ruthless reasoning machine.

Even Ella, who had only met the Queen once, was captivated by the solemn atmosphere of the Queen's funeral and focused on the funeral itself, while Ford, a citizen of Warren, was more concerned with the people present.

However, it is perhaps this unaffected nature, this constant detachment and analysis, that gave Ford such terrifying perceptive abilities.

“I understand… Mr. Ford.”

Ella nodded slightly. At this critical juncture, if there were any clues about the Queen's death, it would be hard not to associate it with the Samuel Order and the vampires. "One of my knights has just returned from handling some matters at sea. He is quite skilled in infiltration. However, it is inconvenient to act during the day. Tonight, may I have him assist you in entering the palace?"

"That's good. Thank you for your trust, Holy Maiden."

Ford breathed a sigh of relief.

Once he discovers something amiss, if he doesn't investigate, it will feel like a needle pricking his heart, especially if the strangeness might involve the enemy he's dealing with.

However, he had no way to infiltrate the palace on his own, so he had to ask the Holy Maiden for help.

However, he had never heard of a knight being skilled in stealth before.

"Is that knight the gentleman who served you before, Mr. Orphnoch?"

"Oh, it's not him. You shouldn't have seen this person before."

……

That night.

In a tavern still lit up in the backyard of the royal palace, Ford, sitting at an empty table, awaited the knight Ella had mentioned.

He was a thin man wearing a large tricorn hat, and his slightly messy black hair could be seen under the brim.

The high collar obscured the other person's profile, and a plump, languid golden cat lay sprawled on the unbuttoned chest of his shirt. For some reason, Ford felt that the cat's eyes seemed to be looking down on him... no, more accurately, the cat seemed to be looking down on everything in its field of vision.

Interestingly, the cat is also wearing a small triangular hat on its head, with a small white skull drawn on it.

Is this guy really a knight...?

Ford discreetly observed the man, feeling that he was more like a pirate, especially with a pet. It was strange; who would bring a pet on a stealth mission?

Ford was only slightly puzzled. In any case, since it was introduced by the Holy Maiden, it must be someone extraordinary, so Ford maintained his utmost respect.