"Violet."
She gave a brief answer, not even willing to say a few more words.
Qin Chu’s judgnt of Violet was sowhat off. She was gentle in front of him because he possessed both the Light Seed and the Life Seed which Violet was pursuing. Staying by Qin Chu’s side also made her feel comfortable. Violet was unsure whether this counted as being moved or as feelings, but at least she held so fondness for Qin Chu.
But, this gentleness only surfaced when facing Qin Chu and those he valued. Towards others, Violet’s deanor was extrely indifferent.
Especially after experiencing how filthy the world had beco over a thousand years, Violet’s disdain for the world and the people living in it had grown; she just never showed it.
Augustus and the others didn’t get angry at Violet’s reaction. It was normal for the strong to be proud.
"The lovely Miss Violet, your na is as gentle as your beauty," Augustus said with a slight smile, offering a complint with the air of a gentleman.
However, his words clearly caused Qin Chu’s displeasure. Old man, what are you trying to do?
Violet was mine, and he should not be eyeing her.
Augustus didn’t notice Qin Chu’s expression and continued very gentlemanly, "Then, Miss Violet, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I boldly ask another question. Your strength is considerable; why has your reputation remained obscure? We have never heard of your renown."
No, you might not have heard the na Violet, but you must know the na Storm Witch... Qin Chu sneered to himself.
"That is because Violet has been cultivating alone and only recently returned to the Imperial City," a rough voice, inappropriately interjected.
Everyone was slightly startled. This was clearly not Violet’s voice; after all, her voice was known to be soft and beautiful, whereas this voice was rough and grating.
"Wozworth, do you know a lot about Violet’s affairs?" Saint Monica asked with so skepticism.
Wozworth laughed heartily. In the Holy Hall, he was probably the only one who could behave so rudely, his face brimming with pride and smugness: "Because Violet is my cousin, of course, I’m well-inford about her matters."
The crowd was flabbergasted for a mont.
Cousin?
When did you get such a cousin?
If she’s really your cousin, then shouldn’t there be at least a little blood relation?
A pair of eyes glanced back and forth between Violet and Wozworth, all of them involuntarily shaking their heads. Could Wozworth really have such a beautiful cousin?
What a joke. How could these two possibly be related by blood?
To associate Violet’s beauty with this man was nothing short of blasphemy, as absurd as their belief in the Divine that had long since fallen.
Violet’s lips twitched slightly; she really wanted to retort that with her age, having Wozworth call her great-grandmother would not be taking advantage of him... However, cousin it is then, after all, it made her seem younger.
After all, won are always particularly mindful about their age.
Noticing the doubtful looks around him, Wozworth grew dissatisfied: "You don’t believe , huh? Violet, show them your Identity Plate..."
Violet rolled her eyes...
A beauty is still a beauty, and an action that would seem rude on soone else appeared charming on Violet.
Her delicate fingers pinched a small Identity Plate.
It was unmistakably magic-branded with: Violet Abbott, twenty-nine years old, Royal mber, cousin to Wozworth Abbott!
The Identity Plate was brand new, gleaming with silver light, without even a hint of a scratch.
A line of black lines crossed everyone’s foreheads.
Wozworth, however, had a satisfied expression: "How about that, the Identity Plate is shown, and everyone knows that it’s a secret craft, impossible to fake."
Pff...
Saint Monica and Zimrman could barely restrain themselves from cursing.
Co on, could you make it any more fake?
Yes, the Identity Plate is a proprietary technique, not fakeable, but... if I’m not mistaken, isn’t the Identity Plate produced by your family?
The Identity Plate in Violet’s hand looked as new as if it had just co out of the factory... okay, it obviously was newly made, with the magic fluctuations from the branding not even completely faded...
Flashing a brand-new Identity Plate as proof, wasn’t that a bit excessive?
Before Saint Monica could express her doubt, Augustus nodded as if he was thoroughly convinced: "So she’s a cousin of Lord Wozworth, then of course there’s no problem."
"Please don’t be offended, Miss Violet. After all, many powerful won out there are Witches."
"The safety of the Hero is of utmost importance to Sky Do Continent."
Upon hearing Augustus’ statent, Saint Monica and Zimrman looked at him in astonishnt, unable to believe that this old fox couldn’t see through such a simple lie.
Even Wozworth was surprised, seemingly not expecting the usually troubleso old man to be so agreeable this ti.
In reality, for Augustus, this was simply repaying a favor to Qin Chu for providing information.
Or perhaps, it was a pure transaction.
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