Divine Emperor of Death

The only one whom Elder Havle Alstreim revealed more detailed information to was Grand Elder Krax Alstreim since they were close!

In any case, they couldn't really blame Elder Havle Alstreim for this mishap even though it resulted in an enormous loss of face for them. Although the Alstreim Family lost in the invisible first battle, Elder Havle Alstreim seemed to be inwardly taking pleasure in it, just because he had got one over these old farts who always looked down on him.

"Hoho... Young Havle, is this true?" Grand Elder Krax Alstreim played along.

Elder Havle Alstreim instantly put down the thigh piece and nodded his head, "Yes! Grand Elder Krax Alstreim."

"No wonder... So the Conferred Queen's words aren't said without reason, but to think that thing young man possesses two exceptional wives at a young age. It looks like his origin is anything but less than the Conferred Queen's." Grand Elder Krax Alstreim laughed.

Davis remained silent while Princess Isabella abruptly spoke, "No matter where he may have come from, he's mine now."

Only after a pin-drop moment of silence did Princess Isabella utter again, "I will nurture him into a grand expert better than his original background is capable of..."

"Haha! I can see that with how powerful Alchemist Davis is..." Elder Havle Alstreim laughed while others almost initially misunderstood her speech.

They all nodded, feeling that Elder Havle Alstreim's words were apt. They understood that the Conferred Queen really treated her subordinates well, even going as far as to share a little bit of the heavenly resource, known as Million Emerald Vines Calamity's nectar.

Once Elder Havle Alstreim said so, he secretly cast an encouraging glance at Alchemist Davis.

Davis's lips didn't even twitch because he was trying his best to curb his laughter. He looked absolutely indifferent to the state of affairs on the surface.

'Woah, she almost messed up...' Evelynn and Natalya secretly giggled.

As fellow sisters, they could tell Princess Isabella's real thoughts came out while she acted. Evelynn and Natalya glanced at each other, thinking the same thing. They knew this, perhaps because they once thought the same.

"Who are the other two then? We have never heard of them before. Are they also your subordinates, Conferred Queen?" Grand Elder Valdrey Alstreim asked with a curious expression on his face.

Elder Havle Alstreim also became curious. He still didn't know who exactly the other two were and only knew that they were subordinates. He didn't even know their names. 

The two masked people didn't eat. The man clasped his hand before speaking in an attractive voice that drew the attention of many women, "My name is Logan. That's all."

Claire's heart shook as she remained unresponsive.

Her father was actually here, sitting in a corner and partaking in the feast with his current wife. They looked disinterested, but they still cast a look in their direction. However, she knew that they were initially shocked to see it was actually them.

They coincidentally met in the second level of Ethren City after all.

Claire didn't speak. After all, she was afraid that her father or someone would recognize her.

"My subordinates are all unique. They have their own characters, and some are not willing to share their identity, nor are they willing to talk." Princess Isabella interrupted as she haughtily addressed.

"That's fine as well..." Grand Elder Valdrey Alstreim nodded his head.

In a powerful group, there would be one of two eccentrics most of the time. He didn't find this suspicious at all.

Claire inwardly sighed. She no longer paid any heed to the crowd throwing glances at them.

The whole time Nora Alstreim was talking, she was intently gazing at her, wanting to rip her apart to shreds. When her identity was asked into question, she just wanted to head towards the center of the platform to remove her mask and reveal her identity! She wanted to see their dumbfounded, perhaps pale and aghast expressions, but she knew that she had to keep herself calm.

Even the plan she came up with did not involve herself for most of the part.

If all went well, she wouldn't even have to reveal her identity and just might be able to obtain justice for her father and mother. As for herself, putting a hand on the Young Mistress or the mastermind might prove to be impossible without leaking her identity. 

Before, Claire's gaze also lingered on some Elders who were responsible for her parents to suffer.

In any case, although the masterminds only moved the pawns, the pawns were the ones who went overboard and killed her mother. How could it be as simple as killing a Young Master's wife and getting away with that?

Something like that didn't happen. The one who killed her mother was killed by her father, but that person was only a scapegoat. Using the death of the scapegoat and her small life, they crippled her father.

She wanted to find who exactly ordered the death of her mother. Whether if it was the mastermind or the pawn's own decision to bring down the Young Master at that time, she decided to find and kill that person personally.

She knew not to go overboard. Otherwise, the Ancestor might step in!

Just when she thought that the conversation would move on, her eyes grew narrower in shock! 

Think of the devil, and it would appear!

In the sea of white robes, a conspicuous white-robed man appeared as he flew into the Grand Welcoming Hall. He looked pale but was not sick. He continuously flew till he took a step up on the platform and stood.

While everyone was flabbergasted that there was someone who dared to fly in this gathering of powerful people, the Elders and Grand Elders all stood up and deeply bowed until they completely bent their waist.

"Revered Ancestor!"

Even Grand Elder Krax Alstreim, the person with the most seniority, was no exception.

Nora Alstreim and Weiss Alstreim were shocked to see their Ancestor! They were witnessing him in real for the first time! The youths around them were all shocked. Their reactions delayed only for a moment before they followed suit and bowed completely, their hearts palpitating in awe and reverence.

Weiss Alstreim, who possessed less courage, wasn't an exception, but there were two people who actually didn't bow. They stood out in the stark spotlight, gathering the view of many people.

One was the Young Mistress of the Alstreim Family, Nora Alstreim, and the other was none other than Claire's father!

Edgar Alstreim!

Lia Alstreim, who belatedly noticed, eyed Edgar Alstreim with a pleading expression on her face. Edgar Alstreim noticed and sighed before he slightly bowed.

On the other hand, even after being eyed by Grand Elder Valdrey Alstreim, Nora Alstreim continued to be rude by not at least bowing.

'This lass! Even if we're going to stand against the Ancestor in the future, she shouldn't be this hot-blooded or gullible!' Grand Elder Valdrey Alstreim's expression trembled.

Ancestor Dian Alstreim took notice, but he didn't say anything. He waved his hand, "At ease, my descendants."

His voice was articulate and majestic. It possessed a powerful yet odd tone that made them be seated upon being told to. It was as if their bodies moved by themselves. Even Nora Alstreim wasn't an exception as she found herself to be seated. Her mouth was slightly agape, wanting to know how she was suppressed without even being looked at.

Is this the power of a Ninth Stage Powerhouse?

On the other hand, Davis knew, 'A Supreme Soul Stage Expert indeed...'