Reincarnated without a job, the vampire lady must show her true abilities.

"Yes, but not many," Sidlin said calmly. "Although Lokishi has learned blood magic, she is not a vampire after all, and the blood magic she has mastered is only at the beginner level."

"But this can be considered a breakthrough, can't it?" the king said, nodding. "So, what method did you use?"

"Did you turn her into a vampire?"

"Do you think becoming a vampire is such a simple thing?" Sidlin sneered. "It's just about drinking blood for a long time."

"Drinking someone's blood for a long time... can make her more sensitive to blood, thus allowing her to learn basic blood magic."

"But at most, it only reaches the upper level." Saying this, Cinderella shrugged. "Of course, this may also be because Loki didn't start this kind of training from childhood."

"So that's why you want to try it on my daughter?" The king shook his head slightly upon hearing this.

"That was just a joke." Cinderella pouted and changed the subject, gently placing a few sheets of paper from her arms on the table.

"What are these?" The king paused, picked up the papers, and glanced at them. "Did those people from the north give them to you?"

"Hmm." Catherine shrugged and said, "I glanced at it and it's all related to cooperation... For some reason, they want me to give it to you privately."

"..." The king paused for a few seconds, then said, "Does this involve your thoughts?"

"I never get involved in politics," Catherine waved her hand. "These things have nothing to do with me."

"And..." As if remembering something, Cinderella slowly asked, "Does this mean that just because my ideas are involved, you'll agree to everything?"

"That's hard to say," the king said with a slight smile. "After all, we are friends."

“I’ve never thought that way,” Catherine said, yawning. “Besides, what friends would arrange for someone else to hide in the ceiling during a private chat?”

"Huh?" The king was taken aback. "The ceiling?" He subconsciously looked up. "What are you talking about?"

"It's the ceiling..."

"Whoosh!" Before Cinderella could finish speaking, a series of loud noises rang out, and the glass around the entire room shattered at the same time. Then, a group of assassins dressed in black jumped in.

The assassins leaped in without hesitation, throwing a flurry of knives and other sharp weapons straight at the king.

"Stand behind me." Catherine raised her right hand and unleashed a wall of blood in front of the two of them. The next second, the ear-piercing sound of metal clashing rang out continuously.

Was it an assassin? At first, Cinderella thought it was a guard sent by the king or something... After all, who would have thought that someone would dare to carry out an assassination in the palace?

Without thinking too much, Cinderella slightly clenched her right hand, and the wall of blood immediately transformed into a thin line, which she manipulated with her fingertips, enveloping the assassins like a fishing net.

But this was no ordinary fishing net. Just touching the blood-red threads shattered the tables and chairs in the room, and even the ceiling chandelier crashed to the ground.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Some of the assassins raised their daggers to try and block the blood net, only to be turned into pieces along with their weapons. Others tried to squeeze through the gaps in the net, but Sidlin's slightest movement of her finger caused the lines to contract sharply.

In almost an instant, all the assassins who jumped in through the window were killed by Cidlin, and the entire room was filled with blood and pieces of the assassins' corpses.

"Bang!"

At that moment, the door to the room was opened, and Orwell, the king's personal bodyguard, rushed in, brandishing a bloodstained longsword. Clearly, a battle had taken place in the corridor just moments before.

"Your Majesty!" He raised his sword, looked around, and after confirming there was no threat, immediately looked at the king.

"I'm fine..." The king pursed his lips and walked out from behind Sidrin. Even though he saw the somewhat bloody scene in the study, he couldn't help but turn slightly pale and cough a few times.

Sidrin, the one who started all of this, remained silent, quietly observing the assassins with a strange feeling that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Too weak... far too weak to kill a king... there isn't even a single Saint-level expert among these guys.

To think you could assassinate the king just like that... isn't that a bit too naive?

Moreover, under the protection of a King-level swordsman?

"Orwell... immediately summon Leda and the palace guards here... also, do not alert the people in the banquet hall..." After a brief moment of thought, the king immediately issued the order: "Do not let the guests find out about this."

Upon hearing this, Sidrin glanced at the king, and in the next second she understood why he had done this... If the foreign guests knew that an assassination attempt had occurred... he, as the king, would lose all face.

Shaking her head, Catherine flicked her right hand, absorbing every last drop of blood from the room into her own hand, restoring the somewhat bloody study to its original state.

As long as you don't care about the corpses on the ground.

As Orwell left, the king clenched his fists and muttered, "That damned guy..."

"Do you know who it is?" Cinderella raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.

"I don't know," the king said, frowning. "But there are clearly a lot of guards in the palace... yet they were still able to enter."

"This matter is inextricably linked to people within the royal palace."

Cinderella clicked her tongue, then casually picked up an assassin's head and examined it...

They didn't look any different; they were just ordinary humans... Not only that, but their weapons and clothing were also unremarkable, as if they were deliberately disguised.

"Pat...pat..."

A series of hurried footsteps approached, and Leda arrived with a large contingent of palace guards.

"Your Majesty..." Leda entered the room, frowned, and looked around before continuing, "Please stay here with Lady Sylvania... The guards will protect your safety."

She knelt on one knee and said, "A maid spotted the assassins. Please allow me to pursue them."

Upon hearing this, the king pondered for a few seconds and then immediately said, "I grant you permission to pursue them. Arrest anyone suspicious immediately, without any evidence."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Leda nodded and immediately stepped onto the windowsill and jumped out, followed by several other swordsmen.

Watching her leave, the king seemed to remember something and looked at Orwell and the guards behind him: "You all immediately seal off the banquet hall...and the royal family members must secretly evacuate immediately."

"The person who planned the assassination is very likely in the banquet hall."

At his command, several guards quickly walked away, while Sidlin, who was quietly watching all this, frowned slightly.

If these people's goal is assassination... then their strength is a bit too weak... but what if... it's a diversionary tactic?

Then everything makes sense... After all, with Leda chasing after the assassin, all that's left in the banquet hall now are... ordinary guards and a group of nobles.

Moreover, because of the assassins, the palace guards would be mobilized, inevitably leading to loopholes in the security...

Sidley couldn't help but think of the assassin who appeared on Princess Ariel's name day.

If the assassin's initial target wasn't the king... but someone in the banquet hall, then this would be the perfect opportunity.