The woman in Imperial uniform made Lucia's first impression, like a black rose blooming in the extreme cold.
Cold and beautiful, sharp, and aloof.
The blond witch's drowsy thoughts gradually became active, and then, her eyes flashed with incredulous light.
Lucia had already determined the identity of the other party.
The last remnant of the Old Empire, the avenger who swept through the Extreme Cold Sea Region with the Plumbum White, the cold-blooded and ruthless butcher, the sole offspring of the Black Emperor.
—Princess Valentina.
In the seas controlled by the New Empire, her name had long turned into a nightmare in the hearts of sailors.
Lucia stared intently at the woman's face. It had been over two centuries since the Mad Emperor's death, yet why did the Empire Princess still look so young?
Is she...really still human?
Lucia instinctively wanted to distance herself.
"I suggest you don't get too far from me, little witch."
