But Muse and White Pheasant were both silent, not responding.
After all, the heir to the esteemed Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, because his carriage was too eye-catching, was incinerated by a passing Black Dragon powerhouse.
It would be better to admit that the Oram Family provoked a Black Dragon and died heroically in battle.
Theresa immediately realized why her two sisters were silent, her face paled, and she lowered her head.
Grand Duchess Sophie rose from the main seat, her expression icy, radiating authority without anger:
"Black Dragon Kasha killed the heir of the Oram Family. The Oram Family will lead a punitive expedition and use her dragon head to commemorate Oram, Sven."
The three sisters were stunned, then stood up in unison:
"As you command."
They understood their mother's intent; Black Dragon Kasha's activity range was in the Gloomy Forest in the southern part of the empire, separated by a Duke's territory.
This Duke was also a strategic buffer placed by the Imperial Royal Family between the Northern Territory and the empire.
Their mother clearly intended to leverage Sven's death to maximize benefits and gain more political leverage.
At the same time, hunting down a Black Dragon would display the family's military might and deter other restless forces.
Grand Duchess Sophie then looked at White Pheasant:
"The Oram Family does not permit failure."
"Don't worry, Mother," White Pheasant lowered her head, but her face could not hide her arrogance:
"He is merely a human blessed by a god. I will use his blood to consecrate our Snow Wolf Legion's banner."
"Don't disappoint me," the whites of Sophie's eyes turned black in an instant.
A powerful aura instantly emanated clearly.
The three sisters dared not breathe until their mother turned and left, then slumped back into their chairs as if deflating.
Muse wiped the sweat from her forehead and turned to White Pheasant:
"Don't underestimate the God-blessed. I suspect he has other abilities hidden within his domain."
"Hmph," White Pheasant snorted coldly:
"Any ability is meaningless in the face of absolute power. I will win."
"That…" Theresa cautiously began:
"I'll ask the uncles to provide support. If he intends to use despicable methods, we might have some backup. After all, Mother… values the outcome of the battle quite a bit."
White Pheasant glanced at her sister, of course knowing that "support" in her mouth meant that if she lost, they would immediately surround and kill Karl.
She snorted, saying nothing.
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Hill returned to her room on the second floor of the herbal shop in stealth. With her sixth-tier strength and Dark Elf innate stealth, according to her own words, unless it was a ninth-tier demigod powerhouse, no one would be able to detect her stealth.
Karl had recently gained a deeper understanding of the continent's power hierarchy.
Tiers one to four could be achieved with effort.
Tier five, awakening racial talent, was a threshold. Advancing from tier four to tier five was one in a hundred. After that, each tier was a threshold, each tier was one in a hundred.
According to Hill's account, each advancement was a leap in life-level, further strengthening existing talents.
For example, Hill's racial talent awakened at tier five was stealth, allowing her to control the reflection of light on her body to a certain extent, achieving a visual effect of disappearing into thin air.
When she advanced to tier six, she could control her body to make almost no sound, whether walking or her heartbeat.
Hill said that if she could reach tier seven, she would further enhance her stealth abilities, rather than gaining an effect like increased attack power.
Karl felt that the continent's power system actually had a somewhat "idealistic" meaning.
Practicing a certain profession, then growing stronger, one in a hundred advancing to tier five, awakening a talent, then continuing to practice the profession, each tier-up would upgrade the talent.
Finally reaching tier nine, becoming a demigod.
As for tier ten, Hill had not seen any records of what kind of life form that was.
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After Hill returned to her room, she closed the window and unfastened her chest armor.
She pulled Karl, in his dragon form, out from inside her clothes. This was an Evil Black Dragon only 10 centimeters long.
This was Karl's method of concealing his whereabouts. After killing Lilia, the "Peeking" skill was enhanced from 20 centimeters to being able to change to any size between 10–20 centimeters.
He shrunk himself to 10 centimeters and hid in Hill's chest.
And Hill's powerful stealth ability made Vladimir City a public restroom, where they could come and go as they pleased.
"Alas, too small."
Karl scanned Hill's chest, a pair of vertical pupils flashing with regret.
Hill's figure was truly good, and her appearance was beautiful.
But at most, it was only a B cup. Even if the shape was very appealing, hiding inside, there was no experience of being completely clamped or deeply embedded.
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Hill felt Karl's gaze, furrowed her brows, and could roughly guess his thoughts at that moment.
"I'll keep watch outside."
She knew that at the appropriate time, she needed to show her value, not just be clingy.
"Wait," Karl suddenly flapped his wings. The ten-centimeter Black Dragon flew up and perched on Hill's lips.
"?"
A sensation came from Hill's lips. What did this Evil Dragon want to do now?
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