Chapter 397
Jonathan''s heartfelt cry came from the bottom of his heart.
There was no denying that he had been drinking fresh blood from living humans for the past few days.
Just because he seemed tough and was actually tough didn''t mean he was so cold-blooded that he
was emotionally numb.
Whether oneughed, cried, or grew insane, that was still a part of living. How one lived one''s life
depended wholly on one''s own choices.
Simon was ready to kill ruthlessly, while Lesley was prepared to die.
As for Jonathan, he was someone with a resolve that was a mix of theirs.
Standing on the verge of his own death, he chose to follow Simon''s arrangement.
Simon went quiet for a while before saying, “You know it in your heart that if you seed in the future,
no one will care about or speak of what you do today.”
“I never cared if others saw me as a demon or a ghost,” replied Jonathan.
“Good! That''s good. You''re truly myrade, Jonathan. Today''s the third day, and thisdy is yourst
dose of antidote. I can''t help you n out what happens next. It''s your call how you wish to traverse
your path. Initially, Lesley and I nned to stay and help you out. However, we all have our own
destiny. Lesley has chosen his path, so I can''t be your subordinate anymore. Hence, I''ll leave now, too.
If we''re lucky, we''ll meet again.”
Jonathan was speechless.
Soon, Simon turned around and vanished into the night.
He seemed to have forgotten something, which was that thedy''s artery wasn''t severed yet. If
Jonathan wanted to live, he had to kill the person with his own hands.
Meanwhile, Leahra arrived with her blood lotus throne at the Dietrich residence.
A scarlet glow enveloped the Dietrich residence''s courtyard in the night, which was the most beautiful
glow for vampires.
Solorel and the others immediately rushed out of the building and greeted her by kneeling. The
vampires were excited because they had finally met the legendary primogenitor.
The crowd hailed Leahra in unison.
Though, amusingly, thenguage they spoke was different. Some were shouting in Ustranasian, while
others used Irushean.
Leahra, in her white attire, appeared like an immortal descending from the heavens.
Upon retracting the blood lotus throne back into her forehead, she waved her sleeve. “Rise.”
The crowd thanked and stood.
In the next moment, Solorel guided Leahra into the hall.
Leahra sat in the highest spot in the hall while everyone else remained below her respectfully, including
Solorel, Aurora, and Bane.
After staying silent for a while, Leahra spoke. “Prince Solorel, ever since the previous King, Hoborow,
was assassinated, Gulden Vampir''s bloodline hasn''t had a King for three hundred years. Now that the
Great Tribtion is upon us, and the death tribtion is everywhere, I think it''s time to pick a new
King.”
Solorel and the others were taken aback.
Immediately, Solorel inquired, “Our wise, revered ancestor, who will you pick to be the new King?”
Leahra answered, “I already have someone in mind. Jonathan Lawson.”
“Him?” Solorel and the others were appalled. “Jonathan is an outsider! No one has been chosen for the
position of King for three centuries, so why did you choose Jonathan?”
“He''s not an outsider because he has inherited my bloodline. From my perspective, he''s the perfect fit
for the position.”
Solorel was rendered speechless.
“This matter is decided. No further discussion is required!” Waving her sleeve, Leahra dered,
“Everyone else, leave!”
The crowd didn''t have the nerve to oppose their primogenitor, so they bowed and left.
Soon, only Solorel and Leahra were left in the hall.
“Revered ancestor!” A bitter smile formed on Solorel''s countenance. “We don''t have the nerve to
disobey your decision. However, even if Jonathan possesses your bloodline, he doesn''t have any
foundation in vampire society. It may be difficult for him tomand respect as King. Additionally, the
vampire princes and marquises will be displeased with him. If that happens, there will be trouble.”
ncing at Solorel, Leahra exined, “I can''t protect all of you forever, Solorel. Soon, I''ll leave the
net to experience the tribtion in The Void. Whether I seed or not, I won''t be returning here for
the next couple hundred years. Everything I''m doing, I''m doing it for all of you who belong to my
bloodline and not for anyone else. I''m afraid vampires will have gone extinct by the time Ie back to
this.” She paused before continuing, “You and everyone else''s survival depends on Jonathan. If
you all ungratefully squander this opportunity, then you have no one to me but yourselves. I''ve done
all I can.”
Solorel''s heart was suddenly flooded with anxiety. “You''re leaving?” A silentpse ensued before he
spoke again. “However, I still don''t understand why you think so highly of Jonathan.”
“Firstly, he''s a Chosen One. The most important thing about him is that he has a destiny. Secondly, he''s
kind. The only way all of you can be kind is to have him be your leader. Thirdly, while he''s
compassionate, he isn''t a softie. He''s capable of making difficult decisions at critical moments. I know
the princes won''t ept this announcement easily. However, I think I did it in a way that''ll lend
legitimacy to Jonathan. In the future, I want you to aid Jonathan as much as you can.”
It was then Solorel truly grasped Leahra''s intention. “As you wish, revered ancestor.”
Nodding, Leahra said, “Let''s go see Jonathan now. Perhaps you''ll understand why I chose him after
you see him.”
Meanwhile, Jonathan was sitting quietly on the empty road, which he had been doing for the past three
hours.
It was one in the morning at that moment.
Simon had already headed to Protector Condominium. He took Elijah away and told Mabel, as well as
Beatrix, that Jonathan was on that road.
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The women were worried something would happen to Jonathan, so they went to find him.
Soon, they spotted Jonathan.
However, they didn''t bother him because they noticed his agony.
They understood Jonathan well.
Lesley''s departure was due to guilt, so there is no way Jonathan is as nonchnt as he appears to be.
Mabel was the most aware of how kind and passionate Jonathan was.
Three hourster, Leahra and Solorel arrived at the side of the road. They also stared at Jonathan.
The silver moonlightnded on Jonathan and the unconsciousdy.
Thedy was about eighteen years old, and she was a Chanaean. Additionally, she was pretty and
looked clean.
Suddenly, her eyelids were lifted, and she stared straight at Jonathan.
The first sentence out of her mouth was a question. “Are you Jonathan?”
Jonathan knitted his eyebrows slightly. “You know me?”
Smiling, the teenager answered, “My name is Gwendolyn Banderas. Simon told me about you.”
“Is that so?” Confounded, he asked, “What did he tell you?”
“That you need to drink the fresh blood of young women and that I''m your cure. I know you''ll die if you
don''t kill me and drink my blood.”
He stared at her in disbelief. “You knew? Why aren''t you afraid, then?”
A mncholic grin settled on Gwendolyn''s face. “Even if you don''t drink my blood, myte-stage
leukemia will kill me in the next few days.”
Upon hearing that, Jonathan immediately noticed Gwendolyn was terribly pale.
She continued, “Simon gave me a lot of money, enough for my little brother and parents to lead a good
life. They''ve suffered too much and owed too much money to support my treatment. I''m happy if my
death can improve their lives. What I''m trying to say is that you don''t need to feel bad killing me. I won''t
me you. This is my decision. In fact, I''m grateful for you.”
Jonathan came to a realization. Oh... It wasn''t that Simon forgot. It''s just that he has prepared
everything for me.
“You won''t disdain my blood, will you?” Gwendolyn asked probingly when she saw him staying silent.
“I won''t. You may havete-stage leukemia, but your blood is still a great supplement for me.”
“Then why do you seem unhappy?” wondered Gwendolyn.
Jonathan replied inly, “Because this isn''t exactly a good thing.”
She was stunned for a moment before she remarked, “That may be true, but you don''t have a choice!”
“It''s not right to take another person''s life to survive.”
“If you don''t drink my blood, I''ll die anyway. If you do, my family will live a better life, and you''ll get to
live. I see that as an absolute win.”
Jonathan grew silent.
It was then his blood started acting up again.
In an instant, he felt his body burning up extremely rapidly and fiercely.
ming stripes gradually appeared on his body. They seemed exceptionally ferocious as Jonathan felt
as though he was about to be lit on fire.
At that moment, he thought his organs and flesh were being barbecued atop a raging inferno.
The agony he was experiencing was hellish and inhumane.
As Jonathan rolled on the ground, he howled excruciatingly.
His actions and harrowing roar frightened Gwendolyn so much that colors werepletely drained
from her face. I feel like I''m standing next to an extremelyrge stove. This heat is unbearable.
Although, now I can imagine the depths of Jonathan''s pain.
At that moment, she wholly believed Simon''s words.
Upon raising his head, Jonathan gazed at Gwendolyn like a starving beast.
No longer did he see her as a human being. Instead, from his perspective, he was eyeing a delicious
meal.
Jonathan roared violently as he genuinely disliked the thought of killing an innocent woman.
Gritting his teeth with all his might, he endured the torment of his body and sweated profusely.
“No, No!” Jonathan fought against his urge reflexively.
Yet, Gwendolyn slowly approached Jonathan.
At that moment, her body was seemingly enveloped in ayer of holy glow.