I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 409 The Leyrudon Scheme

Jonathan deliberately dragged out his words all of a sudden. “Or perhaps... none of you actually acknowledge my

existence?”

The four archdukes and thirty-six viscounts were dumbstruck.

He added authoritatively, “Our revered ancestor appointed me as King, so I am your legitimate ruler. I can't allow

my subjects to show loyalty to another individual. If anyone dares to beg mercy for Titus again, they'll be exiled

immediately and never be allowed to return to the vampire race!”

The crowd could see that the young king was truly enraged.

Concurrently, Solorel peered at Jonathan approvingly.

He hadn't planned to kill Titus at first. However, Titus was simply too insolent, and that really got on Solorel's

nerves. Initially, the prince was worried Jonathan would request him to spare Titus. If that had happened, he

wouldn't be able to object. Now that Jonathan had made his intentions clear, Solorel felt a weight lift off his chest.

Next, he stepped forward and uttered, “You all heard what His Majesty said, right? Who else dares to oppose His

Majesty and demand Titus' release?”

Needless to say, not a single soul had the nerve to speak for Titus again.

Jonathan then descended the stage and arrived before Titus. The latter glared at the king. “I dare you, you little

b*stard!”

Smack! Without hesitation, Jonathan slapped Titus fiercely and exclaimed, “There's nothing I won't dare to do!”

That rendered the crowd speechless. None of them had expected Jonathan to lay a hand on Titus in public.

Fuming, Titus growled, “You have some nerve to—”

Jonathan snickered. “You're doomed today, Titus Langston. Do you know why? It's because you're as dumb as a pile

of rocks. If you'd acted a little more wisely, you would've been pardoned today. Do you genuinely believe they're

pleading for leniency on your behalf because you're a prestigious and favored figure? What a joke. They're merely

doing this because they're afraid of your son, Anakin. If you think I'm scared of him as well, then you're sorely

mistaken. You should've thought about this more carefully. Even if I don't kill you today and treat you with esteem,

you'll still cause trouble with your son in the future. In that case, I might as well give your son an excuse to wage

war today! Bring me the spike, Walrion!”

Hesitantly, Walrion glimpsed at Solorel.

The prince nodded in response. Then, without delay, Walrion delivered the spike to Jonathan. Upon receiving the

weapon, Jonathan grabbed Titus' head and stabbed the spike into the latter's throat ruthlessly.

In that instant, Jonathan's countenance was ferocious as blood poured out of Titus' wound like a fountain.

Titus wished to speak, but he couldn't make any recognizable sounds.

With that, Jonathan hurled the spike to the ground and left.

“You're dismissed, everyone.” After addressing the crowd, Solorel turned to Walrion. “Watch Titus until he's bled dry

before cremating him. Afterward, have someone deliver his ashes to Anakin's fief, Soblonaro.”

“Yes, Your Highness!” replied Walrion.

Jonathan's rage had been quelled after he returned to the palace.

Upon spotting him, Beatrix queried, “How did things go?”

The man plopped down on the couch. “I killed Titus with my own hands.”

While Yeverie served coffee, Mabel and Beatrix were astonished by Jonathan's words. “Titus is an elder in the

vampire race. Killing him at this point in time will only discourage the others,” Mabel commented.

Beatrix remained silent because Mabel had already pointed out what was on her mind. Hence, all she needed to do

was listen.

“It doesn't matter. I can tell that those dukes and viscounts are opportunists. Even if I lick their boots, they won't

submit to me or help me either. If anything happens, they'll absolutely switch sides without hesitation. Thus, the

best way to intimidate them is through true strength. They'll remain loyal to me so long as I'm capable enough.”

“You're correct, Your Majesty.” Solorel sauntered into the room and greeted, “Greetings, Your Majesty.”

“Take a seat, Prince Solorel,” invited Jonathan.

Without delay, Solorel sat down.

Yeverie just so happened to return with freshly prepared coffee at this moment. “Here. Have a cup of coffee,”

offered Jonathan.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Solorel accepted the drink.

They proceeded to sip their coffee before Jonathan lowered his cup and said, “This time, we've truly burned our

bridges with Anakin. We must prepare for his retaliation.”

“I wonder how powerful Anakin will have grown when he returns.” Solorel paused before continuing, “I'll be gone

for the next few days to visit the other princes and ask them to pledge their support to you. With their aid, you

won't need to worry about Anakin.”

“Aren't they supposed to be visiting instead?”

“They're observing the situation. News of Titus' execution by your hand will soon spread. Additionally, everyone has

learned of our revered ancestor's departure, so they're just waiting to see whose side they should pick. As a result,

the princes won't be coming here anytime soon.”

“Will they really not attend the coronation ceremony next month?”

“No, they will. Everyone will be there.” A lapse of silence ensued before Solorel resumed, “I fear Anakin may have

already returned. Otherwise, Titus wouldn't have acted that conceitedly. It is why I must go on this trip.”

Jonathan deepened his voice. “I don't believe it's a good idea for you to leave. Something's amiss about all of this. If

Anakin has returned, why hasn't he shown up yet? Maybe he's waiting for an opportunity like his father's execution

to make you feel pressured. Then, once you depart to visit all the princes personally, he'll ambush you.

“You have the advantage if you stay in our territory. We stand a better chance at victory like this since the

marquises are here.”

Glancing at Jonathan, Solorel thought that the former was genuinely perceptive.

“But what if Anakin contacts the other princes first?” he questioned.

Jonathan was taken aback.

In reality, Anakin shouldn't be returning so soon after disappearing for such a prolonged period.

However, Jonathan and Solorel had detected a danger that was yet visible to them due to their sharpness.

The former believed in his instincts and that Anakin had come back. In this case, it doesn't matter if we guard the

castle or form alliances proactively. Neither will be easy to accomplish.

Mabel had been listening to the conversation all along. As such, she proposed, “How about we all move out? If we

don't stay here, then this place is nothing but an empty castle. Wherever we go, the clan follows.”

“No!” rejected Solorel. “How can His Majesty abandon his base so readily?”

He then sighed. “Fine. We'll see what fate has in store for us. Those princes aren't easy to deal with either. They'll

happily stand at the sideline and watch one side triumph before supporting the victor.”

With that, his idea of visiting the princes was dismissed.

“It's a shame Wretched isn't here.” Jonathan rubbed his temple. “Otherwise, we won't need to be afraid of Anakin at

all.”

A bitter smile formed on Solorel's face. He was fearful of Wretched in the past, but things had taken an opposite

turn. Now, he was dying for Wretched to show up instead.

In the end, their discussion wasn't fruitful, so Solorel soon took his leave.

Jonathan turned to Beatrix and Mabel. “Both of you should leave soon. Neither of you are vampires, so there's no

need for you to be involved in this.”

He was concerned that he wouldn't be able to protect them if the situation spiraled out of control.

The women exchanged a resolute glance.

Had they been unaware of Jonathan's precarious circumstances, they could just leave without hesitation. However,

now that they knew, there was no way they would leave him behind.

Mabel asserted, “Don't try to persuade us. We'll live and die together.”

“That's right.” Beatrix nodded.

Upon witnessing their determined gaze, Jonathan understood there was no talking them out of it.

He was touched by their decision.

With a faint smile, Beatrix added, “Don't worry. I don't think anything bad's going to happen. You're a lucky guy,

after all.”

“I'm indeed not too concerned about my safety. At most, I'll face some hardships, but my life won't be in danger.

What I fear is that something will happen to you two!”

“We aren't afraid!” replied the women jointly.

Jonathan smiled wryly.

Meanwhile, Leyrudon was more deserving of the name Fog City.

It was the second half of May, which meant the city was experiencing the best season of the year.

White clouds peppered the blue sky as warm sunlight painted the land, yet the temperature remained cool and

breezy.

Leyrudon was a lively city with many buildings dating back to the eighteenth century. The tallest building in the city

was the postal telecommunication tower, which sat at a hundred and eighty-nine meters. There were also other

notable buildings in the area, such as the University of Leyrudon, the Royal Society, Ustranasion Museum, and

Ustranasion Library—a library that housed seven million books.

Upon arriving at Leyrudon, one could find the Tower of Leyrudon to the east. To the west was the entertainment

district. The aforementioned Ustranasion Museum could be found in the north if one wished to marvel at

humankind's cultural heritage. Lastly, in the south, one could hear the chimes of the famed clock tower and take a

photo of Golden Palace. Ever since the people of Radford settled in the land, bridges were built on River Thomas. As

a result, twenty-eight bridges of different styles connected the lands separated by the waterway. One of the bridges

was named Walterian Bridge by Ustranasions to commemorate the battle in which one of their generals defeated a

historically famous dictator from Ferropene. The most beautiful bridge in the city was the humongous Leyrudon

Bridge. It had a unique style as it was connected to two five-story towers built on two gigantic piers. The bridge

itself could be lifted whenever a boat taller than the bridge wished to pass through the structure. Connecting the

top of the two towers was a one-hundred-and forty-meters long pedestrian bridge. One could stand at the top to

admire the gorgeous scenery nearby. An interesting fact about Leyrudon was that it had gradually developed

around the City of Leyrudon.

At this moment, there was a lovely white castle beyond a meadow on the outskirts of Leyrudon.

The construction was a sight to behold.

In the castle's living room, Ocantine, a vampire prince, was currently drinking coffee with a handsome man.