"...who knows, he might be able to help you with your situation!"
Serisâs eyes flashed with chilling killing intent when Marquis Blood Fiend mentioned this peculiar point, and Veyra had a similar expression as she frowned slightly.
"If her highness, Dread Duchess, is protecting this Young Lord Nomad, and if heâs also that important for the Evernight Council, then I donât think approaching him would be easy, not to mention befriending such a person," Veyra stated matter-of-factly as she glanced at Marquis Blood Fiend.
"I agreed with you. However," Marquis Blood Fiend nodded before he looked at Seris, who had turned silent while emitting a faint killing intent, and a bloody light flashed in his eyes, "...have you forgotten about those four âattendantsâ of Evil Diva that youâve been training as a favor to Evil Diva?"
Veyraâs eyes shone with realization as she vaguely guessed what Marquis Blood Fiend was implying and couldnât help but look at her daughter with an admirable smile.
"Previously, I didnât understand why you agreed to such a request, even if it was from Evil Diva, and youâve never told us about what Evil Divaâs specific request was, except for training those four, but your father trusted your judgment.
"Me, on the other hand, I tried to investigate their background, but found nothing and was a bit worried...I guess Iâve been too narrow-minded, but can you blame your mother for worrying about my little girl?"
"I donât blame you at all!" Seris muttered while snuggling in her motherâs arms.
Veyra was gratified while she chuckled in self-mockery. Still, she didnât seem to be ashamed about accepting her fault as she continued, "Anyhow, Evil Diva, after all, is the only disciple of her highness, Dread Duchess, and since youâve accepted her request, I donât think itâll be excessive to ask her to return the favor, right?"
Marquis Blood Fiend nodded in approval as he spoke to Seris with gratification, "Indeed, Evil Diva is the only one who could come in contact with this Young Lord Nomad, and if I hadnât known better, I wouldâve thought you had already predicted this outcome when you accepted those three..."
While Marquis Blood Fiend and Veyra were flattering and admiring their daughterâs foresight, they failed to notice a flicker of darkness flashing in the depths of Serisâs eyes, and her expression went blank for a fleeting moment...
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At this moment, on the southern training grounds of the Heart Chamber, four figures were sitting cross-legged upon runic circles that were continuously channeling dense and pure Abyssal Qi directly into their bodies.
Furthermore, this Abyssal Qi gathering formation was an Abyssal-Grade-7 formation that could help even Abyssal Lords cultivate without half the effort and twice the result.
Usually, this formation was only reserved for Seris as the heiress of the Crimson Vein Hall, but now these four mysterious figures were using it, and not even the Marquis Blood Fiend was aware of it.
These four were precisely the same âattendantsâ of Evil Diva that had appeared out of nowhere and drawn everyoneâs attention from the Crimson Vein Hall, including the Marquis and Viscount.
The reason behind their scrutiny was, of course, Seris, who had never shown any interest in others and considered everyone a stepping stone, had suddenly taken those four under her wings. She was going to mentor them at Evil Divaâs request.
Although meeting the four âattendantsâ under the request of Evil Diva was already giving her more than enough face, accepting those four attendants was another matter, especially for someone like Seris.
Even though Marquis Blood Fiend didnât interfere in this matter and only asked Seris once, he had secretly investigated those four, just like Veyra, and found nothing, making him slightly worried.
However, after observing them for a while, they realized that they really seemed to be training under Serisâs brutal methods, and Marquisâs suspicion died down.
But he still doesnât understand why Seris would have agreed to it, and he thinks thereâs some hidden deal between Evil Diva and Seris that interests his daughter enough to do something against her nature.
Nonetheless, time continued to pass, and everything remained the same within the heart chamber, and the Crimson Vein Hall, and these four never leave this place. Almost everyone had forgotten about their existence, until today...
Among these four âattendantsâ, the one sitting at the very back of the other three, she seemed to be immersed in cultivation.
But if Marquis Blood Fiend were to use his Abyssal Sense on her at this moment, he wouldâve seen a fragile, ethereal thread connected to her forehead, and on the other end, it seemed to be long, going beyond the heart chamber.
Furthermore, the thread seemed to pulse like a nerve, and with every pulse, a scene was unraveling within this womanâs mind, as if she had an extra pair of eyes.
As for those scenes, they were identical to whatever Seris was seeing with her own eyes, and not only that, but her thoughts, memories, and everything were exposed within this womanâs mind.
It was as if Seris was just an empty body, and this woman was her actual mind!
At that moment, her lips suddenly curled up in an enthralling smile as she used a secret method to speak with the three others in their heads.
Although this method was similar to spirit transmission, it was far more secure, and no one could even sense the faintest fluctuation. However, this method was only possible between these four and couldnât be used with others, but for them, it was more than enough.
She spoke, "
Girls, I think something interesting has happened."
One of them asked in a curious tone,
"Oh, what is it? Marquis has summoned that fiend girl, I guess itâs related to it, right?"
"Hehe, indeed, Iâll be sharing this information through the âEvil Channelâ now, youâll understand once you see it yourself."
The next moment, under this womanâs control, Serisâs memories started to flood into the other three womenâs minds, and they all saw the same thing as their âsuperiorâ.
At that moment, after getting a clear picture of the situation, one of them couldnât help but exclaim with a hint of annoyance, "
Miss, do you think this Young Lord Nomad is...?"
Suddenly, the âmissâ opened her bewitching eyes, and they shimmered with great intrigue and confidence,
"Heh, I guess now every old member knows about that familiar pattern of âworkâ...indeed, Iâm over 90% certain that this Young Lord Nomad is our dear House Leader~!"