A cold gleam flickered in Liszt's eyes.
Chloe knew why he was so angry.
The Blood Race had painstakingly come this far, every step as if walking on thin ice.
Just as the future seemed promising and they could be accepted by all sides, this incident was like putting them on a burning brazier.
While slaying the Blood Servants, Liszt's fake smile vanished from his face.
Replaced by an endless silence.
Chloe did not say much.
He felt Liszt did not need his comfort.
What he could do was to take action before Liszt and deal with these blood races.
The princess barely acted.
She kept commanding the Royal Guards and the Knights of the Duke's Territory to surround and kill these Blood Servants.
"They've been converted into Blood Servants not long ago; the criminal should still be lingering nearby."
Liszt turned to look at the princess and said:
