NABC Chapter 704
Chapter 704
Chapter 704: Chapter 92 Bram Stoker Chapter 704: Chapter 92 Bram Stoker Hearing the young man’s words, Cardinal Loki fell into a long silence.
“...Human?”
Eventually, Cardinal Loki couldn’t help but sneer, “Do you even count as human, Bram?”
“If everyone who sees me believes I am human, then I am human,”
the young man called Bram just laughed indifferently.
He was lounging on the sofa with his leg crossed, smiling as he raised his head to look at Cardinal Loki, who stood in the center of the room, “If you can be called an Elf, then I can be called a human, can’t I?”
“—It’s the opposite, actually.”
Cardinal Loki said coldly, “If I can be called an Elf, you should be called the Son of the Moon.
And don’t lump me in with you… I have received the Candle Master’s forgiveness.”
“Oh, forgiveness.”
The young man imitated in an outlandish manner, sticking up his little finger and pitching his voice, “My, forgiveness!”
“—Bram Stoker!”
Cardinal Loki was instantly enraged, with flames of crimson igniting in his pupils.
His hair, like a gas burner, whooshed and expanded into a larger ball of flame.
The room filled with red smoke, and the temperature rose rapidly in plain sight.
He clenched his fists, took a half step forward, and roared in a low voice, “If you’ve come to the Holy Nation just to humiliate me, get out now!”
“This is my room, and you’re the one who should be getting out,”
Bram responded nonchalantly, lazing about.
...
At these words, Cardinal Loki turned on his heel and left without another word.
“—But in that case.”
With Bram’s drawn-out words, Cardinal Loki’s steps slowed and stopped, “The Bear Celestial Marshal’s punishment for you later on will have nothing to do with me.
“Just as I said before, Uther Galoch—the former Patriarch of Supreme Heaven.
Even if you betrayed Supreme Heaven, gaining a position as Cardinal Archbishop within the Holy Nation, you are ultimately a Giant.
Divine blood from Supreme Heaven flows through your veins.”
The young man looked at Cardinal Loki’s back and sneered, “Betrayal?
How naive.
Relationships aren’t that easy to shake off.
Every past you’re unwilling to remember will haunt you like a nightmare.”
“...It wasn’t betrayal,”
the Cardinal Archbishop with flaming hair said slowly, “Back then, nobody knew that the seat of Supreme Heaven could rise again after its collapse.
You’re just a Short-Lived Species, with no experience of that era.
You have no idea how oppressive the power of the White Dragon King was.”
“So you ran away, betraying your homeland, your own bloodline,”
Bram continued cheerfully, “Deserting before battle—even more than that, I guess.
You haven’t been held accountable by the Holy Nation, you must have made a significant contribution to the war.”
“That’s called turning away from darkness towards the light,” Cardinal Loki turned back around, saying sternly.
“If you really thought that, you wouldn’t have come up with the ‘Controlled Flame’ trick, Prince Loki,” Bram said.
“...What about you, great author?”
Cardinal Loki asked in return, “You’re from Avalon, yet now you serve Supreme Heaven.
Aren’t you too betraying your homeland, your origins?”
“Oh no, no, no, no, in such moments, I am no longer an Avalonian.
I’m quite adaptable.
Because I’m also no longer human...
I am a noble of the vampire lineage, an ominous harbinger of evil.
The descendant of ‘Dracula,’ the Earl with dragon blood flowing in his veins—the Son of the Moon—”
“Did you hear this yourself?”
“You don’t really believe I am a Dream Traversing Monk, do you?”
Bram said mockingly, “That’s just marketing to boost novel sales.
Apart from Authority, Transcendence, and Adaptation, I really don’t have any other Paths.
Besides, even if I were a Dream Traversing Monk, I couldn’t possibly hear such things.”
“Sounds terrifying.”
The red-haired Cardinal Archbishop commented, “A practitioner’s triple Path—you’re not insane, are you?”
“Who knows.
Maybe I’ve gone crazy, or perhaps… I went crazy back when my father forced me into the Supervisory Court.”
Bram’s pallid face broke into an eerie smile, “But I’ve always been flexible.
Unlike you.
As a successor who has read ‘The Spider’s Silk Continuations’, I understand lies much more deeply than you do, senior.”
Cardinal Loki no longer inquired how he came to know of the matter, he simply took it as a lie for now.
So, he simply asked, “So?
You mentioned a fragment of the Serpent Celestial Marshal—where is it?”
“Right in the Holy Nation.”
Bram answered, “This is the order the Bear Celestial Marshal gave to you—find him.
Find the Avalonian named Aiwass Moriarty.”
“And then...
kill him?”
Cardinal Loki asked with a heavy tone, his fists clenching subconsciously.
“No, then you would use a ritual or curse to mark his soul, my master wants to devour him personally in the Dream Realm.
If this matter is handled well, it will not affect your current identity at all.
“Heard your Pope is in a coma?
Isn’t this the perfect time, she won’t see anything, and then it’s over.
“—By the way, this has nothing to do with me, don’t think about getting me to help you.
I am coming to the Holy Nation to deliver the message just because I happen to have business to discuss.”
As he spoke, Bram nodded towards the old Troll by the fireplace, “A Benevolent Lord specifically requested him, traded from the Holy Nation...
Anyway, the final payment hasn’t arrived, so I’m using him for now.
Although Aiwass seems immune to curses, he should still notice something.
With him as bait, I’m sure that guy will come looking on his own.
“But this fish bait you can’t have, it would be bad if you damaged it.
I still need to sell it for money.”
“Ah, the great novelist who trades in Trolls.”
Cardinal Loki sneered.
Bram showed no reaction to this, “By the way, delivering the message comes with a fee.
My master has promised, after I find you, I can collect the final payment from you.”
“...Final payment?”
On hearing this, Cardinal Loki’s heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep tone, “What do you want?”
“Don’t be so tense.
What I want is that Giant’s blood of yours, sealed by the Candle Master… the divine blood from Supreme Heaven.”
At this point, the famous author’s pupils turned blood-red, “Just let me have a bite, senior Loki.
“Quietly, let me steal your [Strength], your [Name], your [Identity]—at this very moment, it would benefit us both, wouldn’t it?
“The leader of the Controlled Flame, Archbishop Your Excellency… you don’t want your followers to know you’re actually a Giant, do you?”
In the room, grey spider silk had unknowingly filled the space.