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The Sea Dragon Empress was taken back to the Duke's Palace where she was kept in a heavily guarded cell.

In the cell, there was no window, and the walls were made of thick, cold stone that seed to absorb any unfamiliar essence that touched it.

Heavy iron bars reinforced the door, which was locked with a chanism so intricate that only the Duke held the key.

The cell was dimly lit by a single torch flickering in the corridor outside, casting long shadows. The floor was uneven and cold.

A small wooden bench, worn and splintered, was the only furniture in the room. Despite its simplicity, the cell was designed with one purpose. It was to make it impossible for anyone to escape.

Every detail, from the reinforced ceiling to the hidden traps were made with perfection in mind.

Even the guards outside the cell were chosen for their loyalty and strength. The cell was, in every sense, a fortress within a fortress.

The Sea Dragon Empress was tossed inside the cell, her arms still tied to the shackles that were attached to the high hooks on the wall.

The Duke didn't spare a second glance to the Sea Dragon Empress as he left the hall, not wanting to spend the entire night being a babysitter of soone who had no hope.

On the way back, he didn't forget to remind his n to keep an eye on the Sea Dragon Empress throughout the night, his expressions appearing quite pleased.

At first, he was upset that the False Priestess had managed to escape from his grasp. However, now that they had caught the Sea Dragon Empress, it could be considered to partially make up for that ss.

His contribution in this was almost negligible but it still happened in his city so he was quite pleased.

If the Sea Dragon Empress had also escaped from his city and soone had found out, he couldn't even imagine what was going to happen to him. Being removed from his position was the best case scenario as he might even lose his life.

He left the cell after arranging everything here. He had to finish establishing a connection to the Holy Empire to send the Sea Dragon Empress back.

Normally, the Holy Priestess could go back herself in the blink of an eye. She was an Overlord. She didn't need a connecting formation or any sort of delay.

Unfortunately, she was not alone this ti. She had to take the Sea Dragon Empress back with her.

That was also possible but things beca complicated as she also had to take people like Eren and the other envoys from the Eastern Empire, not wanting to leave them without an oversight.

With the number of people she had to take back to the Holy City increasing, she didn't want to carry the burden herself and chose to take the help of a connecting formation.

The Archbishop started gathering the materials and creating the formation as he only had a night to finish it.

On the other hand, the Holy Priestess had entered a shower to cleanse the feeling of Eren's touch. She repeatedly rubbed her skin, especially places where Eren had touched.

Her face was a sight to see as throughout the shower, that disgusting feeling was eminent within her. She kept thinking about the origin of that aura which belonged to none other than that person.

She also had many questions in her mind. How could Eren have that aura? He was soone from the East, how? This aura was impossible to inherit as it was not a Bloodline Ability but sothing related to spirituality.

Eren was much younger and it was certain that he wasn't alive in that aura to learn the Sword Emperor's Aura that needed to be passed from one person to another.

She wondered if he was a descendant of the Sword Emperor. That was why she had asked him if his ancestors had any link to the Western Continent.

Eren simply denied it, saying that as far as he rembered, his ancestors were from the east. The Holy Priestess could not continue questioning him but she was sure that she was missing sothing.

"Is his existence the reason that the sword has beco so unstable recently?" She dried her hair with a towel as she stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing around her slender body.

"The bad on... Is it him?" She wondered.

Everything seed to be falling into place, even though she didn't understand how it was possible.

There was also an indistinguishable feeling within her heart. It made him feel a sense of danger whenever she looked at Eren. The more she felt it, the more she realized that she couldn't let this man exist.

Unfortunately, she couldn't kill him either. He was not a normal guest. He was a representative sent by Feng Yu. At least that's what she thought.

Even if she had to kill him, she had to do it in such a way that it couldn't be traced back to her. Otherwise, all the chess pieces that she had carefully arranged were going to be destroyed when that crazy woman ca to bla her.

....

"You want to enter the Holy City as an envoy?"

Back in the Great Demon Sect, Xiu Ying had returned from her trip to her ancestral ground.

She first went to et Eren, only to find out that he was not there. Then, she went to et Feng Yu who told her that Eren had gone on a vacation to explore the lands. He didn't tell her where he was going or when he was going to be back.

Xiu Ying also ca to learn about all the conflict that occured with the Ancestral Elders in her absence. In the end, Feng Yu asked her to finish a task that could only be assigned to her.

"That is right. Although I already have a guess what's happening there, I want you to go and confirm it." Feng Yu nodded.

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