MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 1091: Vampiric Charm

As Anthony was on the verge of opening the door and exiting the chamber, the Blood Queen’s voice resonated, "Wait."

Her command caused him to pause almost instinctively. He turned back, facing her, his expression composed yet tinged with a subtle curiosity, as if eager to see what she might offer this time.

However, what his eyes beheld left Anthony utterly astonished. The Blood Queen before him bore no resemblance to the one he had known merely moments prior. The cold, imperious ruler seemed to have dissolved, replaced by an entirely different persona—one now radiating the allure of a seductress.

With deliberate, silent steps, she advanced, moving like a predator stalking its quarry. Each motion was measured and controlled. Her form, her hips, and her waist were subtly emphasized as her inherent Vampiric charm, long masked by layers of authority and restraint, was now fully unleashed. She approached Anthony with a quiet, unshakeable confidence.

The Blood Queen harbored a simple conviction: Anthony, after all, was merely a twenty-year-old young man, the same age as Tiara. He was surely still naive in the ways of adult matters, likely to succumb to his carnal desires, unlike seasoned individuals who had long mastered the control of their impulses... with the notable exception of the Pervy Sage, infamously fixated on Mitchelle.

As a member of royalty and one possessing the Royal Grade Bloodline, Elara’s Vampiric charm was exceptionally potent, defying conventional understanding. Even with her charm subdued and her beauty overwhelming, she was already a formidable presence. Now, however, anyone meeting her gaze in this state would feel an overwhelming compulsion to draw near, to cater to her whims, to obey without question, as if her very existence demanded subservience.

While numerous Vampires strategically employed their Vampiric Charm to manipulate circumstances to their advantage, the Blood Queen, throughout her existence, had never found it necessary to resort to such tactics. She was royalty by birthright, and the world had customarily yielded to her will without resistance.

Naturally, her intention was not to cohabitate with Anthony. Her objective was far more straightforward: merely to ensnare him with her charm, to gently sway his thoughts and emotions. That was the extent of her requirement.

Yet, unbeknownst to her, Anthony was completely impervious to all forms of influence-based abilities and skills, whether they operated on a mental, emotional, or spiritual level. Furthermore, even with her Vampiric Charm functioning at its absolute zenith, the Blood Queen still fell short when compared to Vega, the one who held Anthony’s heart.

"Resurrect him, and I shall grant you anything your heart desires," the Blood Queen purred seductively, her voice imbued with a nearly hypnotic rhythm. Her hands moved towards Anthony’s chest and shoulder, intending to establish physical contact—a deliberate act to amplify the efficacy of her charming abilities. But before her fingers could make contact, they froze mid-air, halted by Infinity, which utterly prevented any further movement.

A deep frown creased the Blood Queen’s brow. She detected no overt spatial manipulation, yet she clearly understood that Anthony was impeding her through some form of spatial control. This realization alone solidified one undeniable truth: her Vampiric Charm had utterly failed. She, the most beautiful Vampire across the Blue Planet and the entirety of the Vampire Domain, had failed to enchant someone—and not just any someone, but a mere Human.

"Elara Bloodmoon," Anthony addressed her by name, his tone calm yet unwavering, no longer resorting to her title. "While I admire and commend the extraordinary measures you are willing to take for your son, regrettably, I am not so easily swayed." Anthony met Elara’s crimson gaze directly, without flinching. "Moreover, I am in a relationship with an individual far more beautiful than anything your Vampiric Charms could ever hope to emulate." As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, conjuring an illusion beside him that showcased a flawless image of Vega.

"You may try again when your charms attain this level of exquisite beauty and grace," Anthony added casually, dispelling the illusion with another subtle gesture. Without further delay, he turned once more, his intention to depart resolute.

Indeed, Anthony was a man utterly devoted, cherishing every minuscule opportunity to present Vega as his most prized possession.

Had the Blood Queen not been aware of Anthony’s own exceptional handsomeness, she might have found it difficult to believe that such a stunning individual could exist in reality.

Anthony felt no anger towards the Blood Queen's attempt at mental manipulation, recognizing her desires stemmed from a mother's desperation for her son. He understood her motives were rooted in a desperate plea, a mother pushed beyond her limits.

Just as he was preparing to depart once more, the Blood Queen’s voice, imbued with a different intensity, halted his movement.

"Why won't you help?" she voiced the question that had been burning within her, fully aware of its imprudent nature.

Anthony turned back towards her, his tone as impassive as ever, posing his response a mirror inquiry: "And why should I?"

A moment of silence followed as the Blood Queen’s gaze remained fixed on Anthony, who met her stare with a question far more grounded in stark reality.

After a brief pause, she spoke again, a flicker of suspicion entering her eyes. "I see... Tiara must have told you, hadn't she?"

"Told me what?" Anthony inquired calmly. Though he already possessed the knowledge, he wished for her to articulate it clearly, ensuring no ambiguity lingered between them.

"The engagement," the Blood Queen stated with directness.

"Indeed, she informed me of the engagement and the difficult situation she faces," Anthony confirmed without hesitation, making no attempt to conceal the truth.

The Blood Queen’s eyes narrowed further as his words sank in. "Isn't it a strange coincidence," she began, her voice steady yet tinged with suspicion as she gazed into Anthony's sky-blue eyes, "that the very day you met Tiara and learned of the engagement is the same day my son met his end?"

"Elara Bloodmoon, if you harbor an accusation or a question, cease this circumlocution and speak plainly. While I may not possess your status as a Ruler, my time is exceedingly valuable," Anthony replied, his tone unwavering.

"Did you kill my son, or were you in any way involved?" the Blood Queen demanded, her bloodlust beginning to subtly permeate the air, causing a palpable shift in the atmosphere.

Anthony raised an eyebrow fractionally at the surge of bloodlust. Without missing a beat, he retorted, "So, you summoned me with the intent of resurrecting your son, but finding yourself unable to afford my services and me unwilling to act out of mere sympathy, you resort to baseless accusations instead," he stated, his words sharp yet meticulously controlled.

"You have yet to answer my question, Null Anthony," the Blood Queen pressed, her bloodlust escalating noticeably, causing the very chamber to tremble and the remnants of Anthony's meal to rattle violently upon the table.

As she had posed the question concerning Anthony's potential involvement in her son's demise, she had already activated a lie-detection ability. All that remained was his response, a single answer to confirm whether her suspicions were founded in truth or merely the product of grief-fueled doubt.