MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1090: My Condolences

While friendships exist, they often dissolve once individuals reach a certain power threshold. This was the case with Anthony’s current standing; according to Elara Bloodmoon, there was no conceivable way he could remain friends with Tiara and the others.

’Could she be involved with Anthony sexually?’ the Blood Queen pondered internally as she walked, deeming this the only plausible explanation for Tiara’s unwavering confidence and composure. The Blood Queen concluded this must be the case, seeing Tiara’s sudden boldness as a direct result of a romantic entanglement.

If Anthony could perceive the Blood Queen’s current thoughts, he would undoubtedly react with shock and immediately seek to dispel such dangerous misunderstandings, especially given his current relationship status.

Tiara halted, her gaze briefly meeting the Blood Queen’s. A subtle smile graced her lips, and her heart fluttered slightly, a silent testament to the unspoken significance of their recent exchange, which held more depth than initially apparent.

After navigating through numerous rooms and hallways, the Blood Queen finally reached a chamber that was far more heavily guarded and fortified than any other within the Blood Castle. Inside, the concealed presences of numerous Planetary-level powerhouses, personally stationed by her, could be felt, their auras subtly masked yet undeniably potent, all watching over her son’s dormant body.

With measured steps, she traversed the surface of the blue blood and gently lowered herself beside it. Her hand tenderly stroked her son’s blood-red hair, a stark contrast to her typically stern demeanor. “Just a little longer; Mother will bring you back soon,” she whispered, her voice filled with a soft, loving tone and unwavering maternal determination.

After a brief pause, she rose and exited the chamber, making her way directly to where Anthony awaited. The Blood Queen felt the mounting pressure with every passing second, fearing that delays would further diminish the already slim chances of her son’s revival; this thought weighed heavily upon her.

The Blood Queen offered no verbal reply; instead, she advanced and presented the meticulously prepared list to Anthony. He accepted it, flipping through its contents with an air reminiscent of his previous corporate life, scanning documents with apparent detachment. He examined each artifact and treasure detailed, confirming that the Blood Queen’s wealth was truly immeasurable—calling her rich would be a gross understatement, as even the concept of wealth itself failed to adequately capture the vastness of her holdings.

While a minuscule 1% possibility remained that she possessed something he lacked, he had come precisely to satisfy this sliver of curiosity. However, as it turned out, reality did not align with her expectations.

The Blood Queen’s elegant composure fractured instantly. The artifacts and items on the list were treasures she had pursued relentlessly for decades, even centuries, yet not a single one managed to provoke even the faintest stir of interest from Anthony. Not even a flicker.

“It appears we could not reach an accord, Blood Queen. A shame,” Anthony declared, casually swinging a leg from the table. He pushed his chair back and rose with dignified grace. “My condolences for your loss. Though I never knew your son, I can empathize with a mother’s pain,” he added, concluding with the courtesy of a true gentleman before turning and walking towards the exit without a moment’s hesitation.

While it caused her slight vexation, she understood. Had she been in his shoes, she likely would have acted identically. At their level of existence, assistance was rarely offered out of mere pity or sentiment; such emotions were deemed insignificant and largely irrelevant.