The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 227 - 03: Jones’s Marriage

The fire in the hearth crackled and burned, bathing the entire room in a dim crimson glow.

Solid and sturdy, the walls appeared somewhat rough but were, in fact, finely polished.

Vivid sculptures and elegant paintings adorned the space. Pure gold candlesticks shimmered with dazzling brilliance.

The entire hall was dominated by dark tones, evoking an intricate yet melancholic sense of beauty. Indeed, this was a classic Blood Clan aesthetic—melancholy chic.

The table was laden with a sumptuous feast, though, truth be told, everything was essentially made from the same ingredient.

Count Dracula sat at one end of the long table, smiling.

Seated on either side of him were the Countess and his elder sister, Aunt Sarah. Further down were Jones and Jones’ young cousin Susan.

Jones sat expressionless while across the table, Cousin Susan looked at him with a sweet smile. Her appearance was so enchanting, like a girl straight out of a fairy tale.

Yes, with her beautiful golden curls, she resembled a lovely doll—a stunning girl who could stir up every ounce of masculine hormones and ignite an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. The type everyone adored. Unless... you had ever spent time with her in private.

Unfortunately for him, Jones was someone who had spent time with her in private.

Count Dracula cleared his throat softly and said, "Uh... we’ve given this careful thought and decided that you and Susan should get engaged. It will be a wonderful union."

"But Father, I’m too young! I’m only 72!" Jones hurriedly protested. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"72 is not young at all. I was just 21 when I got engaged to your mother, and we got married right after I turned 160," Count Dracula said softly, taking the Countess’s hand with a radiant smile on his face. "Look how harmonious and sweet my relationship with your mother has been."

The Countess covered her mouth as she laughed blissfully, her face flushing red. Yes, her thousand-year-old face was blushing.

Jones stared blankly, expressionless.

The Count spoke solemnly: "Marriage among nobles of the Blood Clan is exceedingly important. It doesn’t merely pertain to affection between husband and wife but also symbolizes the ties between their families. For example, my marriage to your mother exemplifies the enduring friendship between the Dracula Family and the Ganggro Family. Similarly, your marriage will represent the close bond between the Dracula Family and the Turrido Family."

Jones froze for a moment, sensing that things might not be as simple as they seemed.

"So... does this mean there’s some crisis in our relationship with the Turrido Family, or are we about to owe them something?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Don’t overthink it." The Count shook his head and replied, "I’m merely using this as an excuse to help you find a wife."

Blunt much? Jones was utterly stunned.

"No, my dear brother," Aunt Sarah interjected. "There’s no need for any excuses; helping the young ones settle down early is already an important enough reason."

"You’re right, sister. My justification was indeed flawed. I apologize for my poor phrasing," the Count replied earnestly.

"Jones, Susan, listen carefully." Aunt Sarah glanced at both of them, fanning herself as she spoke seriously. "From the moment you two were born, I’ve had a faint feeling that you were destined to be husband and wife. After all, you’re only two years apart—such a rare coincidence. I have a deep sense of foreboding, and my foreboding is never wrong."

"Indeed, sister, I trust your intuition completely," the Count replied sincerely.

"I trust your intuition as well," the Countess nodded in agreement, pleased.

The three exchanged knowing, trusting glances.

Jones began rolling his eyes.

"Oh, really? I only remember last time you predicted the Revno family’s baby would be a girl, and it turned out to be a boy." Of course, this remark remained locked inside Jones’ mind; voicing it would likely lead to disaster.

Taking a deep breath, Jones cautiously said, "Perhaps... we should hear what Cousin Susan thinks."

"I’d be delighted," Susan answered with a smile.

Jones was dumbfounded.

"Since you both agree, shall we consider the matter settled then?" the Count asked.

"No! Father!" Jones panicked and quickly said, "I... I still need a little time to think about it. After all, this is a big decision—could you give me some time to consider it?"

"Of course, we’re very open-minded parents," the Count said with a smile. "Tomorrow is the engagement ceremony; you can think it over until tomorrow evening."

"Engagement ceremony?"

"Yes, everything’s been planned already," the Countess said with a smile. "All the relatives have been notified, and after your worship ceremony tomorrow, we’ll hold the engagement right then. It’s convenient and efficient—no need for everyone to make two trips."

"What a brilliant idea from the Countess!"

"Really?"

"Absolutely. My Countess is always so clever, beautiful, and graceful."

"That’s because I love you."

The Count and Countess were already flaunting their affection shamelessly.

Jones was utterly flabbergasted! "Is this what you call giving me time to think? This is more like preparing a burning pit for me to jump into!"

For the rest of the dinner, Jones said not a word and buried himself in his food.

Count Dracula and Aunt Sarah continued chatting enthusiastically, with the Countess occasionally chiming in. The maid brought out dishes, while Mr. Tom, the butler, bustled around distributing plates, meticulously serving each guest.

All the while, Jones remained silent. Even when he had cleaned his plate thoroughly, he didn’t utter a single word and simply sat there quietly.

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