SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 595

Chapter 595: This is betrayal

Lirae’s wrist stayed firmly in the older elf’s grasp, but her body remained rooted exactly where she stood as unmoving as a mountain.

"Grandmother," she said with impeccable politeness, "please let go."

The old woman tugged again, indignant. "Don’t be ridiculous, child. We are leaving. You are clearly tainted and not in your right mind."

Lirae tilted her head. "Grandmother," she repeated, a little firmer, "let go. I am not tainted nor am I muddled in the head."

"Then what are you?" Another voice cut in, stern, heavy, authoritative.

A tall elf approached, his posture rigid enough to shame statues. His robes were embroidered with moons and branches, each thread glowing faintly with ancestral mana. His jaw was carved into a permanent look of disapproval.

Beside him stood a woman equally regal, her expression cold and assessing, as though she had been waiting her entire life for Lirae to "cause trouble."

Two more elven men stepped in behind them, wearing nearly identical faces, sharper versions of Erelion’s features. Siblings? Cousins? Damon didn’t care. Their gazes held the same mix of disdain and superiority.

Behind them came three young elven women, elegant and poised, each carrying expressions that ranged from disgust to thinly veiled jealousy. Their eyes lingered on Damon for a second, then flicked toward Lirae with something almost hostile.

Damon’s gaze swept across all of them.

The entire royal brood. The elven equivalent of walking into the lion’s den wearing steak armor.

Lirae, however, stood calmly as a moonlit shrine.

The tall, rigid elf, clearly the patriarch, came to a stop in front of her, eyes narrowing at the faint crimson glow in her irises. "Explain yourself, child," he said, voice quiet yet sharp enough to carve stone. "Your aura is wrong. Your bloodline is wrong. Your very presence is... wrong."

Lirae didn’t look away. "My presence is exactly as the Legacy intended it."

Murmurs rippled through the new arrivals.

"That is impossible."

"The Legacy purifies."

"It rejects foreign essence."

"This... this is blood corruption!"

But Lirae remained steady. "The Legacy does not reject what belongs," she replied softly. "It accepted me. Nothing in me is wrong. My husband’s blood doesn’t corrupt me."

The patriarch’s brows dipped. "Accepted? Husband? You stand before your family with blood pollution threading through your veins, silver tainted with crimson, and you dare use a word reserved for the holiest of revelations?"

Lirae’s eyes sharpened, silver and red glowing in tandem. "Yes."

Damon simply folded his arms and watched.

The patriarch stepped closer, ignoring Damon completely, even while standing within arm’s reach of a venom-soaked vampire who had nearly killed his heir minutes ago.

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