CHAPTER 893: CHAPTER 893: FEDERATION EXECUTOR

Hearing Ann Vaughn’s question, Warren Vance gave a gentle smile and explained to her, "In the eyes of the people of Gothasen, your status and position are beyond doubt."

Whether we marry or not is just a formality.

His smile made the young girl passing by him stop in her tracks.

Ann Vaughn furrowed her eyebrows slightly, repressing the discomfort in her heart, and gave a formal smile to the distinguished guests coming to greet her.

Once those guests headed towards the round hall, Ann Vaughn suddenly remembered a question, "Since your mother is also a vampire, then why did she..."

Vampires are immortal, so how could they die so easily?

"She isn’t." Warren Vance stated indifferently, "She has no relation to the vampire clan, she’s only my mother nominally."

"Then who is your real mother?"

"A century ago, she fell in love with a human, got her heart dug out, and died." Warren Vance’s expression was calm, showing no hint of sadness.

Ann Vaughn asked casually, completely unaware she’d uncover such a sorrowful answer, and she apologized, feeling guilty, "Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked."

Warren Vance turned his head to look at her, a faint smile passing through his dark red eyes, "I’m glad that you’re willing to get to know me. Shouldn’t couples be honest with each other?"

Rather than Ann Vaughn asking everything, Warren Vance was more worried she wouldn’t ask anything at all.

What he wanted was far more than just her presence.

"... Actually, I think you should find a girl from your own clan to marry. That’s the right thing to do. Human and ghostly paths differ, there’s no future between us."

"Same clan?" Warren Vance sneered lightly, "Haven’t you read so many related documents in private and still not understood? The vampire clan has long vanished into the tide of history, becoming nothing but legend and myth."

The believers are fully convinced, while the skeptics scoff.

Most people in this world are like that.

The so-called same clan of Warren Vance had long ended their immortality a century ago, leaving only him, enduring alone to this day.

"So you installed surveillance in my room, didn’t you?" Ann Vaughn suddenly asked.

Warren Vance blinked, belatedly realizing something, coughed, and said, "...Betty told me."

"Huh." Ann Vaughn directly took off her black gloves and threw them onto Warren Vance’s chest, saying coldly, "Entertain them yourself, you scoundrel. I’m not staying with you anymore."

"Wait..."

Before Warren Vance could finish speaking, Ann Vaughn stormed off, lifting her skirt in a huff, leaving the surrounding guests puzzled.

"The Princess and I were just playing around, don’t mind it, please continue." Warren Vance gave them a slight smile, but his eyes flashed with frustration.

It’s over.

The guests smiled politely and continued entering.

Elsewhere.

Ann Vaughn slipped out from a single restroom, shook off Betty, and quickly ran towards the place she had agreed to meet with Kressiel.

But unfortunately, as she approached, she bumped right into Princess Kira, who had just returned from outside.

"Sister!" Kira excitedly lifted her skirt and ran over, "Sister, what are you doing here? Aren’t you with Brother welcoming the guests in front?"

"Ah?" Ann Vaughn’s eyes dodged for a moment, then she explained, "Standing too long, I came over to get some air."

Kira glanced at the place behind, somewhat puzzled, "But why did you come to the back door for fresh air?"

The guard at the back door was not as strict as before, so Kira sneaked out to play until now without being noticed.

But Ann Vaughn appearing here made the situation a bit delicate.

Ann Vaughn’s red lips pressed slightly, a trace of distress appeared in her eyes. She didn’t want to deceive the kind Kira, but if Kira told Warren Vance about this.

She definitely couldn’t escape.

Just as Ann Vaughn’s mind was racing, Kira voiced her suspicion —

"Sister, you’re not planning to secretly leave The Royal City, are you?"

Ann Vaughn thought, oh no, and just as she was about to find some excuse, Kira suddenly grabbed her arm.

"No way! Sister, you can’t leave!" Kira exclaimed, "If you leave, Brother will end up alone, lonely for the rest of his life! You can’t abandon Brother like this!"

"Quiet down!" Ann Vaughn immediately covered her mouth, her head aching from Kira’s shouting, "Kira, stop fooling me, I know that in truth, I have no real connection with Warren Vance, right?"

Kira’s eyes widened at her, as if to ask, "How could you know?"

"No purportedly engaged couple, after six months of acquaintance, would blush and have a racing heart if touched on the face." Seeing her doubt, Ann Vaughn explained helplessly, "Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

From the moment she reached out to touch Warren Vance’s face, and his gaze started to dodge, his cheeks blushing, Ann Vaughn had noticed.

He said they were in love, but it was all fake.

She didn’t expose his lies, just wanted to quietly watch what would happen.

Listening to Ann Vaughn, Kira whimpered a few sounds, blaming her brother’s staunch innocence, what else could she say??

At this moment, a woman suddenly appeared behind Kira, and with a swift chop, knocked her unconscious!

Ann Vaughn didn’t have time to stop it, helplessly watching Kira collapse.

The woman in sunglasses looked at her, the fiery red lips slightly curled, with a low sigh, "No wonder she could give birth to such a mesmerizing little king."

Even after losing her memory, she didn’t blindly trust others and managed to stay clear-headed, analyzing right from wrong and making the most accurate judgment.

Just for this, Eve admired her greatly.

"Are you one of Kressiel’s people?" Ann Vaughn met Eve’s eyes and tentatively asked.

"Yes." Eve nodded, while also hiding the unconscious Kira behind the bushes, then said to Ann Vaughn, "She probably won’t wake for another hour, let’s go, I’ll take you away."

"Thank you."

Having taken this step, Ann Vaughn didn’t hesitate, immediately following Eve away.

Meanwhile, outside the VIP reception room.

A half-hour earlier, Quinn Bishop received a notice issued by the Federation, immediately reporting this matter to Warren Vance, who was meeting guests.

"Your Highness, the Federation army has monitored this sea area. All entries and exits require inspection."

Hearing this, Warren Vance smiled gently at the guest in front of him, "Pardon me, please excuse me for a moment."

The female guest’s cheeks instantly turned red, "Alright, please go ahead."

After exiting the reception room, Warren Vance then turned his head to ask Quinn Bishop, "The specifics."

"Yes." Quinn Bishop succinctly and swiftly narrated the Federation’s notice, "From The Ostaric Sea extending to The Heribian Sea, all routes entering and exiting our country are under the control of the Federation army."

Warren Vance removed his gloves, his expression hard to read, "The Executioner has been missing for years, so who issued the order?"

"Please wait a moment." Quinn Bishop quickly tapped on his computer keyboard, and as soon as the information came out, his face immediately changed.