Facing those mirror-like indifferent silver pupils, the Empress tugged at the corner of her mouth, revealing an expression that seemed mockingly like a sigh.
——Divine Knowledge Saintess.
Exactly the same as in memory, as in portraits.
With long hair ashen as dying embers, and a pair of silver-white eyes reflecting all things.
Even though she was charming in appearance, with a full figure that completely belied her age of more than a century, there emanated from her a withering aura reminiscent of decay from the marrow.
"First meeting, and looking truly pathetic, Divine Knowledge Saintess."
[Burning World Wings (Phoenix Body)]
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Confronting the woman who once used her country as a stepping stone, the Empress took no rash actions but instead chuckled with a proud voice, initiating a greeting.
