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Chapter 1074 - Chapter 1074 Chapter 330 Seven Catastrophes Monarchs

Chapter 1074: Chapter 330 Seven Catastrophes Monarchs Chapter 1074: Chapter 330 Seven Catastrophes Monarchs Camilla was indeed a descendant of the Augustus Royal Family.

However, as an illegitimate daughter, she had never enjoyed any royal treatment since childhood and never felt anything special about herself.

A few ancient servants in the Royal Court persisted in kneeling and paying homage, yet she had never been treated in such a manner.

Moreover, the one kneeling before her was someone who had lived for who knows how long, older than the eldest elder she had ever seen.

Looking at the hunched old crone cowering on the ground before her, Camilla’s kind heart made her feel somewhat panicked, and she hastily said, “Elder, you need not perform such a grand gesture… and you are mistaken, I… I am not any ‘Your Majesty’.”

She thought the other party had mistaken her for the current King Orlan.

Such a misunderstanding had to be explained.

But as she spoke, not only did the old crone not rise, she instead replied on her own, “This old servant… was appointed by Her Majesty Croza as the Court Chief Officer… and was chosen by Lord Garcia as the Tomb Guard, ordered to guard this Ancestral Tomb…”

It seemed as though she hadn’t spoken to the living in a long time, forgetting some of her ability to communicate, her speech trailing off intermittently.

Sometimes pausing for a moment to recall, as if having forgotten how to organize her language, before she could continue.

Yet, the words spoken by the old woman had a shocking effect on the hearts of Leonard Churchill and his two companions.

“Croza” was a title used for the Last Emperor of Taren, ‘Mad King’ Auduin.

This was the official language in historical records.

And the position of Court Chief Officer was akin to a Eunuch Supervisor, which held significant real power within the Dynasty.

These titles were not what mattered.

What was important was how a simple sentence made the three realize that the old woman before them… was a servant from the ancient Taren Dynasty, three thousand years ago!

All three could tell from her appearance that the old woman was very old.

But they had not expected her to be this old!

A person from three thousand years ago?

No.

Leonard Churchill observed again and confirmed that this old woman before him was not a “person”.

She had no “air” of the living.

More precisely, she should be something like an undead spirit or witch.

…

Her being alive for so long was proof enough that this old woman was no ordinary being.

As soon as her identity was revealed, the profound sense of history hit them forcefully.

Leonard Churchill looked on, suddenly feeling quite strange.

It was as if she was entangled in an incredibly long thread of fate.

Entangled in the dynasty’s fate, in the changes of civilization, in the truth of history…

This was a living witness to history.

She connected the ancient Taren Dynasty from three thousand years ago with the current era.

Like the text from history books, she, like those ancient relics, was a carrier of that glorious period in history.

Only upon hearing this unimaginable identity, did Camilla feel even more overwhelmed. After subduing the shock in her heart, she spoke again, “Elder, you are mistaken, I am not a King of Augustus…”

Taren had already fallen; the royal family no longer existed.

But she dared not speak directly, fearing certain phrases might agitate this remnant of a past era.

And, if one were to speak truthfully, Arthur was the rightful heir to the kingship.

Yet, to her surprise, the old crone seemed convinced of something, saying gravely, “Your Majesty. The ancestral instruction of the Taren Royal Household states that anyone who can merge with the royal mark, and upon whom the Court High Priest has performed the coronation rites, is the only legitimate successor to the imperial authority…”

At this statement, both Camilla and Tracy Garcia’s expressions froze.

Because they actually knew about this!

They had heard it numerous times from childhood.

Even Leonard Churchill recalled a line he had seen in one of the Classic Books that introduced the customs of the Orlan Royal Court: Power without restraint turns into a monstrous terror.

This was why the Court High Priest possessed nearly the same rights as the King.

It was to ensure that the kingship had constraints.

At this time, the old crone continued, “Previously, a royal descendant performed a ritual in Emperor Croza’s Mausoleum to awaken the Tomb Ancestral Spirit. I saw it, but did not respond to him. While he merged with the [Tyrant] Mark, his qualifications were too mediocre, barely fusing successfully with the help of the Royal Holy Artifact, vastly lacking in destiny. Moreover, the High Priest he brought was not Lord Garcia…”

Saying this, she respectfully directed a glance at Tracy Garcia.

This “Lord Garcia” referred to a certain Bun-Haired Miss.

It was no wonder her demeanor changed immediately upon seeing Tracy Garcia just before.

With this revelation, Leonard Churchill and his companions also understood everything.

The succession to the Augustus kingship was not just about merging with the “White Queen” or “Tyrant” origin cards.

Another indispensable condition was the recognition of the High Priest.

Arthur might be King, but he didn’t wait for the approval of Tracy Garcia’s mother and later imprisoned her, leaving the White Family to take over as High Priest.

But Camilla was different.

She fully met the conditions.

Not only had she merged with the “White Queen”, but she also had Tracy Garcia, the High Priest, at her side.

This meant, according to the ancestral teachings of Augustus, she was the legitimate successor to the royal authority.

At this moment, Leonard Churchill finally let down his guard completely.

His most worrying issue had just been this matter.

Because Arthur had acquired the access rights to the Mad King’s Imperial Mausoleum, nearly causing Camilla to die inside that Underground Palace.

Leonard Churchill also feared that this person before them could be compelled by some authority, posing a threat to them.

…

Upon hearing this, Camilla was even less sure what to do.

Despite the discourse, she didn’t consider herself a king, nor was she interested.

She sought those legacies merely to become stronger, for that unjust fate she had faced.

But now, with the Tomb Guardian speaking in such a manner, she didn’t know how to respond.