MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1065: Precaution

A suffocating hush sliced through the aircraft’s control room like blades through silk, sudden, piercing, and overwhelmingly dense. Rider, Bringer, Bryan, and Tiara struggled to accept the words echoing in their ears.

Each doubted their hearing and sanity, pondering if senses had deceived them somehow. None dared imagine Anthony was jesting or fooling around. His words carried the mark of deadly seriousness, making their impact crushingly heavier than any prior revelation.

Killing held no shock for them, nor did the idea of Anthony slaying a stranger guiltless of wronging him. Long ago, every soul here had spilled blood without pause, so murder itself stirred no unease. True dread seized them over the victim’s identity: Drake Bloodmoon.

Imagining the Blood Queen’s fury upon learning her son’s demise was impossible; she’d unleash her full legions unchecked, shaking the world with the Vampire Domain’s unforgiving power, a realm that neither pardons nor lets slights fade.

Moments passed before shock ebbed from their faces, yielding to icy, strategic gazes; they matched Drake Bloodmoon’s stature, after all, with assassins forever hunting such figures. His death would bring no novelty to their brutal realm, though the name alone guaranteed seismic ripples.

Gazes turned to Tiara, all hanging on her choice; for those gathered, this chance to secure her life was flawless, carrying no moral stain. No one would finger her either—she lacked the strength to fell Drake Bloodmoon and had stuck by Anthony, shielding her from suspicion.

Anthony’s steady, resolute tone hinted at a flawless way to eliminate the duplicitous Vampire, leaving zero trails or links back to anyone.

Only Tiara’s verdict lingered; in their cutthroat world, trading a life for one’s own was commonplace, the bedrock of existence itself.

Tiara stayed quiet, recollections of Drake Bloodmoon’s five-year treatment flashing bright, only to dissolve instantly like smoke in wind.

She’d chosen: his end meant her liberty. The Blood Queen had only her avarice to curse, birthing the path to this crossroads.

‘Why not just drop Drake’s Bloodline Grade?’ the notion flickered in her thoughts, but she held it back. Anthony surely weighed that; opting for death showed he scorned the extra hassle.

Crimson eyes locked with sky-blue as she queried, "what if she finds out?" Her worry rang true amid their merciless reality.

"How would she?" Anthony countered, face impassive, faint smile lingering as if the peril meant little.

"I’m sure you know about artefacts that allow one to see various things, or individuals known as the Seer who are capable of reading fate or perceiving fragments of time to a certain extent; these things could expose you, and when they do, it won’t take even a second for the Blood Queen to connect her son’s death to me," Tiara laid out, voice firm yet edged with strain.

Her points drew nods from all; even Bryan knew Omni Peak Academy housed a Seer via its Principal, validating her fears.

Reassurance was what Tiara craved, a solid base for her call. She’d seen Anthony’s might up close but never the Blood Queen’s. From her level, gauging supremacy between them stayed elusive.

If Anthony couldn’t evade those scrying tools, rejecting this path made sense—its fallout would dwarf any benefits she’d endure.

"Your words carry some truth," Anthony admitted honestly; truthfully, he had never pondered such risks before, simply because they had never been necessary. Thanks to the Perfect One skill derived straight from the Authority Of Information, Anthony was never once anxious about exposure for any secret he wanted concealed from the world.

"But rest assured, the Blood Queen can never discover it, no matter what artefact or Seer she employs or hires," Anthony declared, his voice steady and resolute, brimming with total confidence.

Tiara nodded faintly, though a shadow of doubt still clung to her mind. Nothing was ever completely foolproof. Even the tiniest risk, a mere one percent shot at detection... 'No, I can't keep waffling—who knows when I'll get another deal like this, free of any price or hidden catches,' she told herself, steeling her determination with effort.

"Plus, you've watched me bring back millions to life; masking one death is a breeze. And if the Blood Queen does learn the truth, I'll just take her out too," Anthony tossed in casually, shrugging as if it were no big deal at all.

His statement rippled fresh shock through everyone there, the effortless poise in his talk of slaying the Blood Queen burning deep into their memories.

Tiara's gaze wavered for an instant; her grudge against the Blood Queen overshadowed even her bitterness toward her deceitful son. After all, every ordeal she'd suffered stemmed right back to the Blood Queen.

All at once, a keen idea struck her, her eyes whipping sideways and sweeping the room in swift glances. Her perception flared out, probing every corner of the aircraft as quiet alarm seized her; she dreaded her guards catching their talk and relaying it straight to the Blood Queen.

"If you're checking for your guards, they're aboard your own aircraft with the Storm Brothers' guards too, and no need to fret—this whole aircraft is totally soundproofed by me; no hidden bugs or signals of any sort will work," Anthony assured her calmly, his tone solid and comforting.

His reassurance instantly reminded Bringer and Rider that they'd overlooked the guards completely; a shared breath of relief came as they grasped the full scope of Anthony's safeguards.