Chapter 1410 Smoke Screen

Chapter 1410 Smoke Screen

The bushes rustled and a group of three walked out.

A young woman in blue top and white trousers, a casual outfit that one wouldn't expect in the royal palace complex.

She seemed to be in her late twenties, with short red hair, soft purple skin and four sharp, thin elf-like ears.

"There are no rats here. We noticed that you noticed. We're just waiting to settle things when you're finally ready." A hunched old lady with thin gray hair snorted.

Even though she looked so weak that she might be blown away by a gust of wind, the powerful aura of a rank 9 oozing out of her said otherwise.

"Archduchess Seraphina, I'm not a guy who goes around picking fights. But do you think you can bully me with your seniority?" Varian crossed his arms and sneered. "My Sister-in-law is not the kindest woman I know. But she is very protective. If you still come at me, I am not responsible for what's going to happen."

The old lady gnashed her teeth at the threatening remark but didn't attack. "You killed Merov and you expect no retaliation? I am not a spineless coward like those two."

"If you were going to attack, you wouldn't be giving me these boring speeches. So, how about you call it a day and fuck off?"

"Hah! You filthy bastard! Watch your mouth or I'll rip it off!" The purple-skinned, red-haired young man stepped forward and brandished a spear.

"Grandma, I'll make him beg for mercy."

At that moment, a sickly thin grey-skinned pale woman in black clothes raised her hand. "Princess Xeola, do not kill him."

"You aren't qualified to order me."

With a contemptuous laugh, Xeola kicked the ground with the tip of her foot and flashed forward.

'A Paragon Body, huh.'

She reached Varian in a millionth of the second and four glowing earrings appeared on her ears.

'Natal Treasure? What do they do—'

"Something...is off."

His intuition was right.

Once they reached their manor, Princess Xeola both bowed to Nexa. "I apologize for my words."

"No worries," Nexa shook her head. "When you act to deceive others, you must act so well that it convinces even yourself."

"Lady Nexa, did you confirm?" The Archduchess asked in a polite but urgent voice.

"90%. He's in the sword. Master...is in the sword." Nexa's voice grew murderous.

She wanted nothing more than to kill Varian then and there to free her master's soul. But if she did that, her master's grand plan would fall short. She couldn't allow that to happen!

"But how could that bastard even seal him? I reduced my power to rank 7 and he barely won. He's not that capable." Princess Xeola spoke as she released her rank 8 aura.

"It's not him, of course. It's her." Nexa said. "No wonder my intuition was telling me something was off. But the bastards in Merov's faction wanted to go ahead and investigate. Sureway to die a miserable death. Idiots."

"I apologize for the inconvenience, Lady Nexa. None of them know your identity. If they do, they'll treat you with too much respect and it'll draw unwanted attention." Archduchess Serenthia sighed.

"It's fine. I don't care what happens to me, as long as my master gets what he wants." A bright smile appeared on the woman's face.

The Archduchess and her granddaughter looked at each other, both feeling a hint of discomfort at the outsider's obsessiveness.

"If he's only that strong, I can defeat him." Xeola's face was filled with confidence.

"You better. He's using treasures to hide his age. So, I'm not sure if it's his full strength. Even if he held back a bit, his real strength wouldn't be a third more than what he'd shown now." Nexa said.

"Definitely." Xeola bowed again.

This whole affair—tailing the group, getting found, using that man's arrogant character to make provocative comments against them, and using that as an excuse to let Xeola fight him to figure out his strength—was carefully planned and executed.

It's to hide their real intentions. And as far as they could tell, they did well.