I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 411

Jonathan and the others were shocked to the core upon hearing that. “What? Anakin is clearly plotting a rebellion if he kept his return a secret for three months!” Jonathan exclaimed, blanching. He paused for a few seconds, then scanned the crowd. “How did I not receive word about his return for so long? Has there been some kind of a mistake?”

His response was actually brilliant.

Even Solorel couldn't help but be impressed with the way Jonathan reacted to the situation.

“I've personally mentored everyone who stands here today. If anyone of you has done something dishonorable, I will consider it a failure on my part. However, I am willing to let this slide if this person will step forward and admit to their wrongdoings,” Solorel declared solemnly while surveying the people before him.

Walrion and the others were quick to understand that the prince was suspecting some of them of being spies.

After all, that was the only explanation for Anakin's return being kept a secret for so long.

Walrion remained silent as he knew that expressing his loyalty right now would only make him appear more questionable.

Aurora simply maintained a somber countenance.

In fact, her name had not even come to mind when Solorel smelled a rat about his subordinates betraying him. He had complete trust in the woman's loyalty.

The marquises, too, kept quiet as Jonathan observed their facial expressions in great detail to see if he could spot anything dubious.

However, everyone present was remarkably skilled and experienced, so there was no way they'd be dumb enough to give themselves away.

Soon, though, one of the marquises named Grese stepped forward.

He had a burly physique and a thick beard that covered most of his face. Given how honest and upright he looked, no one would have suspected him of being a spy.

Nonetheless, reality was often cruel and disappointing.

“I am the spy, Your Highness,” Grese confessed.

Everyone shifted their gaze toward him in response.

The man looked totally calm and showed no signs of guilt or remorse whatsoever.

Walrion and the other marquises, however, were seething with rage.

Jonathan got a little confused. If this guy is the spy, why would he come clean now?

Solorel staggered backward and clutched at his aching chest as he tried to sit down.

Aurora and Walrion hurriedly held him steady and helped him onto a seat.

Walrion glared daggers at Grese and hollered, “His Highness has always been so kind to you, Grese! How could you—”

“That's enough, Walrion!” Solorel cut his subordinate off, motioning at Walrion to stop talking.

He then shifted his gaze toward Grese and continued, “I know you quite well, Grese. You wouldn't do something like this unless you had a special reason to. If you want me to believe that you're the spy, tell me why you did it.”

There was a look of shame in Grese's eyes when he heard that.


He would have been fine with Solorel admonishing him, striking him, or even slaying him. However, hearing Solorel say that to him made him feel utterly guilt-ridden.

“Your Highness, Anakin saw our revered ancestor's tribulation while he was in the Lost Ruins and knew that it would be near impossible for her to return. On top of that, he has obtained a celestial weapon, so even you are no match for him. The only way you can make it out of this alive is to hand His Majesty over to Anakin and have everyone pledge their allegiance to him!”






















































Jonathan shuddered as he truly understood the severity and brutality of the matter. Anyhow, he was not worried that Solorel would turn against him.

After all, Jonathan was the one who ignited the spark by killing Titus, thus speeding up Anakin's revolt.

He knew this day would come sooner or later, so he did not regret his actions one bit.

“You disappoint me, Grese! So that was the reason you chose to side with Anakin?” Solorel lamented with a pained look on his face.

Grese fell to his knees. “I didn't do it for wealth or anything like that, Your Highness. I was simply doing what I had to do in order to survive. I still have a wife and son waiting for me at home.”

After a brief moment of silence, Solorel let out a sigh. “I almost forgot that you have a wife and son, Grese. I understand that you need to prioritize your family, but you mustn't forget that order must be maintained to ensure your family's safety. The entire vampire race will be doomed if Anakin takes over. Do you really think he would be any wiser than our revered ancestor? She had pointed us in the right direction, but you still failed to see it... Go on, then. Leave this place with your wife and son. Do not come back here ever again.”

Grese shook like a leaf. “A-Are you really letting me go?”

“Yes. Anakin will make a move tonight. I have no family, so it doesn't matter if I survive this battle or not. My life belongs to the vampire race, and my death will be for His Majesty, who is the future of the vampire race.”

Suddenly, Aurora and the others knelt in unison with murderous looks in their eyes. “We will protect His Majesty with our lives!”

It was truly a sensational moment to behold.

Jonathan took a deep breath and stood up. “All right, then. Tonight, I shall fight this battle alongside you all!”

Solorel let out a hearty laugh. “Splendid! Let's see what Anakin is capable of!”

Mabel and Beatrix, too, were determined to fight to the death.

Grese was the only one who still remained on his knees, forming a huge contrast with those around him.

Without warning, one of the marquises stepped forward and kicked him in the face. “Why are you still here? Get lost!”
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