Otome Shuraba: The villain heartthrob refuses to flirt

With Eileen's agreement, the emperor instantly beamed.

His face, which was obviously so weak and pale, was actually slightly flushed with ecstasy.

"Come on, come on." The emperor pulled Irene and walked towards the center of the ceremony stage.

He pointed to the inverted cone-shaped martini glass on the ceremony table and introduced:

"Look, Eileen, this is the Holy Grail that carries the sacred power of Calabria's bloodline."

Erin lowered her eyes and looked at the dusty, very old, and even chipped stone cup in front of her, feeling speechless.

Seeing this, the emperor smiled and said: "Irene, don't underestimate it just because it is old. As long as it has the blood of the royal family, it will look brand new."

Without caring about the preciousness of the holy body, the emperor directly used the sacrificial props to cut open his palm, letting Yin Hong's blood drip onto the altar.

In an instant, a golden light emitted from the blood-stained cup. The light seemed to be alive, sucking up the red blood in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the originally gray and worn stone cup turned into a golden Holy Grail inlaid with precious stones.

"Look, isn't it beautiful?" The emperor lowered his eyes and looked at Irene with a smile.

Irene pursed her lips and did not answer the emperor's question, but her gaze that remained on the Holy Grail had already expressed her surprise and shock at the moment.

This golden Holy Grail is so exquisite that it no longer looks like a game item.

How can it be so beautiful?

The golden cup body and the inlay of gems not only emit colorful rays of light, dazzling those who come close to it, but also...

It seems that it also exudes an indescribable light fragrance, which makes people feel quiet and confused.

Blinking hard, Erin forced herself to look away from the Golden Holy Grail.

She raised her eyes to look at the emperor and asked. "Will Bastian also drop his own blood into the Holy Grail later?"

"Yes." The emperor nodded and explained: "Bastian needs to fill the entire Holy Grail with his own blood.

“If the sacred power of the Calabrian royal family can accept Bastian, a descendant of the Golden Eyes, the Golden Holy Grail can absorb his blood.

"When all the blood in the cup is absorbed by the Holy Grail, the gems inlaid on the Holy Grail will emit dazzling light.

"They will gather into colorful rays of light, reaching straight into the sky, to welcome the arrival of the Holy Power of Calabria."

"What if the Holy Grail didn't absorb Bastian's blood?" Erin asked.

The Emperor replied: "Then the Holy Grail needs to be mixed with some of Richard's blood."

Irene was stunned when she heard this, and turned to look at the young man standing in the corner.

Sigh... No wonder Richard has been silent since he came in.

It seems that he already knows that if the inheritance of Bastian's bloodline is blocked, he will inevitably be stabbed several times.

Irene sighed slightly and asked again, "But Richard is not full, can his blood work?"

"It's not possible." The emperor said frankly, "But if the two bloods blend together, and with your support, it should be fine."

"How to support it?" Irene thought for a while, frowning in confusion: "Forcibly instilling magic power into the blood in the Holy Grail?"

"Yes." The emperor nodded.

"Really?" Her thin eyebrows were raised tightly. Irene looked at the Holy Grail in confusion and asked:

“It stands to reason that these sacred weapons handed down from ancient times carry impeccable sacred power.

"Especially the blessing that is integrated with the power of blood, and its perfect closed-loop imprint is difficult to be interfered by external magic.

"Although my magic power is powerful, it is impossible to defeat the ancient holy weapon, right?"

One second, Irene was proud of being attracted to the Holy Grail, but the next second, she found that she was still thinking clearly.

Apparently he didn't expect Aileen to suddenly question his words, and the smile on the emperor's lips froze obviously.

But in an instant, he curled up the corners of his lips even more and said with a smile:

"Oh, this involves the secret of royal bloodline inheritance, so I can't explain it to you any more.

"But Eileen, you have to believe me. I only have these two children, and I will not hurt them.

"What's more, when it comes to the inheritance and gift of Calabria's power, I will not take risks."

After hearing what the emperor said, Irene's doubts dissipated a bit.

"Okay, I believe you." She relaxed her eyebrows slightly and sighed softly, then turned to look at the young man standing quietly beside her.

"Bastian, come here and try it first."

"is teacher."

Meeting Irene's eyes, Bastian's golden eyes showed no trace of worry, but instead a trace of excitement.

He walked to Irene, picked up the sacrificial utensils, and scratched his palm.

Strings of bright red blood dripped into the golden chalice, and it became full within a short time.

Irene stared at the Golden Holy Grail for a long time, but did not notice any decrease in the blood in the Holy Grail.

"Your blood... doesn't seem to be absorbed by the Golden Holy Grail at all."

Erin looked at Bastian and found that he didn't seem to be disappointed at all.

Not only that, the young man actually raised his hand, gently rubbed Irene's frown, and comforted Irene with a smile.

"Teacher, why are you frowning? I have golden eyes. It is normal for me to be resisted by the power of Calabria. You don't need to feel sorry for me. I have already guessed this."

Erin was startled, "Are you not disappointed at all?"

"Lost~ But what can be changed by being lost?" The young man shrugged, smiling even more.

"Instead of feeling bitterly disappointed here, I might as well please you more. After all, only your magic power can help me gain recognition from the Holy Power."

After hearing Bastian's words, Irene raised her eyebrows unconsciously.

Bastian couldn't help laughing when he saw this, "Teacher, your expression seems to be saying, 'You have become smarter'.

"So in your mind, I used to be as stupid as a pig? But don't worry, I will always be smart in the future."

Watching the interaction between the two, the smile on the emperor's face became even stronger.

But Richard, who had been standing silently in the corner, saw something different in the emperor's green eyes.

It was not the joy caused by the conversation and laughter between the teacher and the student.

It was an excited smile because the conspiracy was about to succeed.

"Richard." The emperor smiled and waved to the young man in the corner, "Come here."

Richard's originally pale face instantly drained of the last trace of color after hearing the emperor's gentle call.

The pain in his throat was so severe that he couldn't make any sound of resistance at all.

The body that originally just wanted to stand there, seemed to be disobedient, and walked towards the ceremony stage in a rigid and mechanical posture.

No, not right!

His father's anticipation and excitement were too overwhelming, and Bastian's relaxation and joy were even more bizarre.

And the golden Holy Grail is different from the usual ones. The light it emits is not a colorful glow at all.

It is more like a colorful poisonous mist, it is confusing the mind of the National Preceptor!

Something's wrong, everything is different from what I said before!

I regret it, I regret it!

Now that I can't speak or control myself, I seem to have been deceived!

He mechanically took the knife and spread his palms.

Richard held the sacrificial knife with a pale face. Just when the blade cut into his palm and he was about to pull it down, Irene grabbed his wrist.

"Don't try so hard." Her tone was soft, with obvious relief and comfort in her purple eyes.

"It only requires a little blood. There is no need to use a knife to make such a long incision."

Richard was startled when he heard this. Before his gray eyes were filled with sparkle, he met Bastian's golden eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Hey, teacher, are you feeling sorry for him? Why didn't you stop me when I scratched my palm?"

Grasping Richard's knife hand, Bastian pulled it down sharply. While blood surged, the young man narrowed his golden eyes and smiled happily.

"Teacher, you can't favor others, I will be jealous."

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[ps: Starting from the next chapter, this novel will officially enter the final stage!

[There are a lot of holes buried in the front, and now I have to start filling them in one by one. I will work hard, okay (*￣3)(e￣*). 】