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Chapter 1361 - Chapter 1361 Chapter 417 Time to Make a Big Move_2

Chapter 1361: Chapter 417: Time to Make a Big Move_2 Chapter 1361: Chapter 417: Time to Make a Big Move_2 The scene was reminiscent of the Tombkeeper they’d encountered in Rune Highlands’ Imperial Mausoleum.

Camilla, who now possessed the aura of a queen, remained expressionless, yet she wasn’t accustomed to this new title and quickly said, “Miss Griffith, you are mistaken; I am not any princess.”

Upon hearing this, Griffith shook her head and revealed an amiable smile, saying, “You are of the Augustus Bloodline, of course, you are a princess. My ancestors once served as the inner officials of the Taren Imperial Court, so it is only proper for me to address you as such.”

Leonard Churchill had spent several days in the company of this person.

He was quite familiar with her character.

The Rebel Dragon Army Leader didn’t carry the haughtiness of a top-level power, but she was more like a congenial and approachable painter.

Upon hearing this, Camilla glanced at Leonard Churchill and chose not to say anything more.

This friendliness also made the atmosphere less solemn.

Smiling, Griffith nodded toward Bun-Haired Miss, saying, “Priest Garcia. You are as cute and beautiful as Leonard Churchill described.”

The remark was very casual, like someone getting to know a new friend.

When Tracy Garcia heard this, she was momentarily stunned, and a look of panic quickly appeared on her round face as she said, “Not at all~ Miss Griffith, you… you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Even though she was pleased to be complimented, being praised for her beauty by a lady more beautiful than herself–she dared not accept it.

Leonard Churchill listened and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, as if amused by a thought.

The witch’s allure was indeed extraordinary.

Speaking truthfully, he had never seen a woman whose appearance surpassed Griffith’s… perfection.

Griffith smiled gently, her charm effusing from the spring-like light in her eyes, as she posed a question, “Hasn’t Leonard taught you about my Professional Sequence?”

Upon hearing this, Camilla and Tracy Garcia turned their curious eyes toward her, as if wondering why she would ask that.

Caught off guard, Tracy Garcia seemed to realize something, “Could it be that you…”

Griffith generously admitted, “Yes. I am a ‘Witch’.”

At this revelation, the expressions on Camilla and Tracy Garcia’s faces dramatically changed.

They hadn’t expected such a bewitching and compelling lady to be a gender-transformed witch?

A witch, regardless of physiological structure or psychology, is entirely female.

Legends told that within the Taren Palace, quite a number of inner officials pursued this Extraordinary Sequence.

Leonard Churchill had remained silent throughout.

Indeed, he had not spoken of this matter beforehand.

After all, it was someone else’s privacy.

As the topic was introduced, a certain delicate awkwardness seemed to be diffused.

Leonard Churchill inwardly praised her skillful social handling.

…

Griffith had previously learned of Camilla’s existence from Leonard Churchill.

Although she had never met Camilla, she had already guessed a few things.

If Leonard regarded her as a close friend, she must possess certain resonating traits.

Griffith had actually been quite optimistic about this branch of the Augustus Bloodline that held no power.

Now, having met Camilla in person, many of her previous thoughts were confirmed.

However, Griffith did not say too much.

After the introductions, the conversation shifted more to casual chit-chat.

Like the ancient court legends that had been handed down for three thousand years.

Such as how the last emperor, Mad King Auduin, turned from a wise ruler into a Tyrant; how Moon Empress Montini’s unrivaled beauty enchanted all creations; and the stories of the former High Priest Will Smith…

These powerful figures who once helmed a great empire left behind vivid scenes in history.

Although Camilla and Tracy Garcia possessed special statuses, due to the break in civilization, they had never heard these stories.

Unlike the bystander Leonard Churchill, the two were listening to stories of their own ancestors.

Even though they had never met them, the legacy was a Mark flowing in their blood.

Leonard Churchill, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying himself.

History is truly like a multi-layered cake; the same piece of history, as seen from every angle, reveals a different truth.

And so the conversation stretched on for quite a while.

Griffith’s ancestor was after all the imperial court official; the stories she shared were even more authentic than those found in historical records.

Telling these stories was like reminiscing, slowly uncovering those little-known tales.

With the link of their ancestors stretching before them, the atmosphere of their chat quietly became very warm.

Tracy Garcia was rather cheerful, and she would even occasionally take the initiative to ask some questions.

As the conversation went on, there was no longer any sense of unfamiliarity as there was at their first meeting.

Instead, there was a special camaraderie tied together by bonds from ancient ancestors.

However, suddenly, an accident occurred.

As Griffith was speaking, her expression changed.

Struggling to suppress something, but unable to hold back the sharp pain in her throat, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.

Catching a glimpse of the chaotic Air that leaked from her body when she coughed up blood, Tracy Garcia frowned and said, “Sister Griffith, your injury is very serious.”

Griffith appeared nonchalant and said, “Hmm, it’s an old injury. There’s no major problem at the moment.”

Others were unaware that the injuries on her body were not only from being surrounded and attacked before.

There were also previous injuries.

Tracy Garcia, who had always been a part-time doctor, didn’t think this was a minor issue and said bluntly, “But… I sensed a very chaotic high-level Order Law erosion in your body. Although you are currently using your immense strength to forcibly suppress the injury, if it’s not dealt with, it will get progressively worse… particularly if you continue to get hurt.”

Griffith was slightly taken aback that Tracy Garcia could so easily discern the true state of her injuries and then smiled, saying, “You’re truly worthy of being Priest Garcia. Many doctors have seen my injury, and many didn’t even understand the nature of it…”

She then arched an eyebrow and glanced at Ivan sleeping in Leonard Churchill’s pocket, her tone slightly helpless as she explained, “I had a fight with Pope Borland A. Russell of the Holy Church. That’s when I got this injury. The Order is a high-level Sequence, and such injuries, barring the effacement of time, are very difficult to resolve completely.”