Azrael's open challenge had now put the entire Volstov clan on high alert. And now, even the hidden masters of this clan who had been away or no longer meddled in the clan affairs were forced to interfere.
In the 5 kilometers wide headquarters of the clan, a 5 story mansion that was built with the most dazzling and articulate designs had hundreds of Volstov clan gathering inside the main hall.
This clan was far bigger than the Odelschwanck clan as it was comprised of all different species and hybrids. It didn't matter if you were a halfbreed or your parents belonged to a different race. As long as you carried their blood, you were part of the clan.
And because of this rule, the clan had a total of 17 thousand members and 6 thousand of them were capable of fighting in a war. The rest were of different classes related to Alchemy, Craftsmanship, Architecture & even Historians.
This clan currently held control over most of the markets and barely had any notable rivals. The majority of the populace in the Flavot city didn't even know the strength of this clan because most of the businesses were done under fraud names and franchises and their members varied by species so much that no one could point out fingers at them.
Although the Vivaldi clan currently held the position of the leader of the noble faction in name, only the people in the inner circles were aware of the true might of this clan.
At this moment, a meeting was held inside the main hall of the mansion. Just this hall was as big a small football field and more than 600 hundred members with significant importance & positions in the clan were currently present. And while the majority of them were whispering amongst themselves, the top brasses of the clan were situated at the end of this hall.
Only 13 people were sitting on highly comfortable and regal-looking chairs in the end, each one looking different and belonging to different species. 7 of them were hybrids while the remaining 5 had the characteristics of a prominent species.
A tall and muscular demonkin with pale white skin and blonde hair was seated on a throne while there were other two seats, albeit smaller than his own were placed a level below it. And on those seats, a black wolfkin and a yellow snakekin were seated respectively.
"So what is the consensus?" asked the Clan head.
"It's as clan leader proposed.. It's not us who should be afraid of Azrael. It should be him. We already have gathered enough information on him to make sure that he will die a miserable death in case he dares to come to our headquarters." replied one of the core elders of the clan who was seated amongst the top 10 elders.
"Yes. From what we know so far, this Azrael is a Doppler. And it was the main reason why he could infiltrate into the Stabrort and Odelschwanck clan's headquarters without getting caught." said another elder.
"If we use the bloodline tracker formation and use detection barriers, we can easily find him as soon as he enters in the courtyard where master Eren will be kept hidden. And with 2 Peak Grandmasters including a Semi-Saint rank Swordsman such as the Clan leader, he can never escape out of this place alive." replied the main advisor who was seated on a red chair just below these 3 main fighters of this clan.
"But how do we make sure that anyone who isn't a part of our clan gets detected by this bloodline tracker formation?" asked the clan head in his majestic and domineering tone.
Dormammu Volstov was the current head of the clan who had reached the Semi-Saint rank under just 72 years of his life. A true talented powerhouse who was feared even by someone like the Magistrate of Flavot city.
If not for someone like Commander Straze Boltomir & Solomon Elfenheim present in this city, this man would be an absolute ruler who would be unrivaled unless a Saint Rank fighter showed up.
"With the use of these." Said the main advisor who was a mage and a small chest full of red amulets was placed in front of the elders and Big 3 of the clan.
"There are only 17 of these, each one carries the blood of our clan. We can use them as a conduit to keep a track of anyone entering and leaving. Anyone who isn't wearing them will be seen as an intruder by the bloodline tracker formation and we will be alerted." replied the main advisor.
"How are we going to distribute them, then?" asked one of the elders.
"The six peak master rank fighters of the clan who will be put on the security & the four mages in charge of the magical formations will be given each of them. The Clan leader, master Jean, master Connie and myself will get 4. As for the remaining three, they will be given to master Eren and master Bartholomew. The last one will be kept as a reserve." explained the main advisor.
"What do you think of this Bartholomew? It's your son whose life is in danger here. Do you accept this arrangement?" asked the clan head as he gazed at his right side and a blonde hair man who appeared to be in his fifties stood up from his chair.
"I have no problems, clan head." he replied with an obedient tone.
"And you Eren?" asked the Clan head again to a human male with blonde hair who looked like he had just entered his thirties.
"I have no problems as well, clan leader. I trust the capabilities of our clan & the might of our Grandmaster rank fighters." replied the handsome and elegant clan heir.
"Then it is settled. Now let's talk about complete security arrangements. I want this mongrel named Azrael caught before he even enters the inner areas of our headquarters." said the clan head and another heated discussion arose amongst the top brass of the clan.
When the night fell and all the arrangements were done on how to deal with Azrael, in a closed room inside the main mansion that was under an isolation barrier.. The father & son duo of Bartholomew & Eren were talking amongst themselves.
"It's too risky, father! What if we get caught? Even if I'm the successor to the clan head's position, we will be killed if they find out." said Eren with a serious tone.
"Don't worry son.. I know what I'm doing. We will use this Azrael as means to avoid any suspicion. And with the excuse of his attack on us..." the father stopped his words and let out a sinister smirk as he spoke again..
"We will kill the Clan Leader."
