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"Contact Angelelli."
Eva composed herself, nodded, took out her cane, and gently tapped the ground.
Soon, a special magical light screen appeared in front of them, swaying gently like a pool of water, reflecting Angelette's palace.
Unlike Keva Miller's minimalist court, Angela Terry's was a full-fledged royal palace.
The pristine white stone surface can only reflect the face of the sole emperor here; the overly detailed reliefs all tell of her great achievements, like a god who disregards the world.
Beyond the spacious royal palace, large enough for a marathon, lies the colossal throne gleaming with silver light.
And above her, resting her cheek on her hand, was Angelatri, a capricious monarch whose petite face was full of impatience with waiting.
Without a doubt, she is a short woman who can rival Jiang Kehan.
It was so enormous that it could even serve as a throne for a bed. Jiang Kehan simply couldn't believe that it didn't subconsciously throw people off their normal standards of comparison, blurring Angelie's petite figure and avoiding any loss of dignity.
However, Jiang Kehan must admit that Angela is indeed beautiful.
His waist-length silver hair cascaded freely across the throne, and the faint curve at the corner of his mouth resembled both a smile and a mockery.
Her small face, hovering between indifference and arrogance, paired with those golden eyes, was so elegant yet full of majesty.
Dressed in a dark, gold-trimmed, and restrained royal robe, she disregarded the opinions of others and tapped her precious monarch's scepter—a symbol of the supreme authority of the British Empire—on the armrest of her throne, expressing her displeasure.
"Although I don't want to criticize you, Keva Miller, you are always too lax and don't act like the master of an empire."
Angela sighed slightly, composed herself, looked at Keva Miller seriously, and asked.
"So, are you ready?"
“I am not Fran’s master, and Fran does not need a master.” Keva Miller calmly met Angeli’s gaze. “And don’t be too anxious, Angeli. I know you are worried about the other witches, but sometimes you have to learn to be patient.”
“I have already forged for you the weapon to slay the tyrant in an instant, so take a deep breath.”
Angela's eyes were somewhat downcast. She clicked her tongue lightly. Keva Miller was right; she was getting a little anxious.
But the thought of the consequences if the three of them failed filled her with rage.
"I understand. I will contact Liang Hua next. You're right, I should have more confidence in you."
"Whether it's you and Liang Hua, or France."
Angela closed her eyes and waved her hand to dispel the magic light barrier. However, before closing her eyes, she glanced meaningfully at Jiang Kehan, who was sitting below Keva Miller.
After they finished their brief conversation, Jiang Kehan asked Ye Yu, feigning curiosity.
"Sister Ye Yu, what do you think of this monarch who never sets?"
Jiang Kehan still can't forget that parallel world where Angela was stuffed into the basement, especially after seeing her again today.
"Her?" Ye Yu pondered. "To be honest, I don't know much about her."
"However, the plan to hunt down Tyrant Xuyu was orchestrated by her, and even the birth of the Witch Organization in the future has her shadow behind it."
"However, perhaps she is a little lonely."
Ye Yu said, giving a slight yawn.
"Although she is always looking for so-called fun, she always looks for it within herself. She seems unrestrained and dissolute, with both divine and demonic aspects, but it is actually just to cover up her loneliness."
"As a monarch, she did not allow her thoughts to be known. No, it should not be said that she did not allow them to be known, but that she was afraid of it."
She was afraid that the witches she loved would suffer undeserved harm because of her occasional whimsical ideas.
"Therefore, the civil war on which the sun never sets became a trial for her, and the reforms known as the Roar of the Empire were carried out by her alone. No other witch on the sun never sets has ever shed blood."
"I see." Jiang Kehan pondered, but she always felt that these things were only fragments of the grand puzzle called Angela, who was too mysterious and rarely revealed anything.
Is it because of responsibility?
Jiang Kehan was guessing, but before she could come up with a solution, she was startled awake by Keva Miller.
“Now that Angeli is ready, we should relax a bit.” Keva Miller glanced around at the group of witches who were working on the plan to hunt down the Tyrant, Moment.
Although they remained composed and dignified, the trace of fatigue had not disappeared.
"Everyone has worked so hard for so long, why don't we hold a banquet here?" she said, clapping her hands in an unquestionable manner.
"Head Maid and Dragon Princess, the banquet is now in your care."
After saying that, Keva Miller hummed softly and took out her knife and fork with some pleasure, as if she was looking forward to something.
"She only gives orders when she's hosting a banquet," Eva said, walking up to Jiang Kehan.
“If she could command the entire Fran like Angeli did, perhaps the Empire would be in a much better situation.”
“However… perhaps this unrestrained Fran is the Fran she wants to see,” Eva said with a headache. The entire Fran was not so much united as it was like a loose collection of sand.
Even among the four great princes, few of them cared about national affairs, except for her.
Jiang Kehan really wanted to tell Eva that Fran was now even more outrageous than a scattered mess, and there were even traitors among them.
But in the end, she just chuckled and said, "After all, Fran is not Keva Miller's Fran, but the Fran of the Fran people."
Eva raised her head, agreeing wholeheartedly.
However, before she could exchange more than a few words with Jiang Kehan, the old scoundrel Long Fei rushed over and, as if it were her right, pulled Eva along to help her prepare for the banquet.
Since they've been given a direct order, it's only natural for a slacker to find a few more assistants to share the workload!
I'll touch her a little bit if I can; Eva's gotten used to being abused anyway.
"Let's talk about this after the banquet starts, Eva. Come help me!" The Dragon Queen leaned over Eva's back, making Eva's head ache even more.
"You stay here by yourself for a while, Kehan," Eva said helplessly, giving Longfei a hard slap on the head.
Jiang Kehan nodded, but her gaze lingered on the junction of the mountain peak and the ridge, her eyes wandering.
It's really magnificent.
But after Eva left, Jiang Kehan looked at the few witches she didn't recognize, smacked her lips, and suddenly didn't know what to do.
Blake was already being pulled along by her old acquaintances, sharing the wonderful moments between the foreign women, and Jiang Kehan felt it was best for her not to get too close.
After thinking it over, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"Want to talk, Kehan?"
Jiang Kehan turned around and found Theresa smiling and watching her.
Chapter 376 Banquet
“It seems like it’s been a long time since we last met,” Theresa said suddenly, looking at Jiang Kehan.
For a witch, this period of time would be negligible, but it was so obvious for Jiang Kehan.
She was completely different from when they first met, just like... Theresa carefully considered the appropriate description, looking at the faint light in Jiang Kehan's eyes.
It's like making a firm decision and about to reach out and grab that star that belongs to you.
No longer letting myself be swept along by the times, but pursuing what I truly want.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Jiang Kehan lowered her eyes slightly, a hint of emotion in her voice.
"But is there something you need from Theresa?" she asked curiously.
“No…” Theresa hesitated for a moment, then took back her words of invitation to Jiang Kehan to join her side. Looking into Jiang Kehan’s eyes, she knew clearly that the other party already had her own plans.
"I just wanted to thank you for the spell you left behind, dear sage," she said with a smile, teasingly.
Jiang Kehan suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and awkwardly tried to pry out a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.
If Jiang Kehan heard the word "sage" from other witches, she could accept it with a smile, but if she wasn't mistaken...
Theresa has already stepped into the realm of the Great Witch, a step ahead of Eva and the Dragon Princess.
Sure enough, the person who gave him the nickname "Blind Jill" had ill intentions!
“That was just what I should do, nothing big.” Jiang Kehan looked at Theresa and said seriously, “What surprised me was that you went so far as to use your connections to spread this spell to other countries.”
During her journey, Jiang Kehan was puzzled as to why her fame was growing, and she even heard of witches from other small countries around Fran sometimes.
It was only later that I learned that Theresa, in her name, taught this spell to the whole world for free, and even provided potions to some small countries that were not rich in resources.
This also lessened Jiang Kehan's dislike for Theresa, at least preventing her from turning away immediately.
“I’m just learning from you,” Theresa said casually, chatting with Jiang Kehan about her views on Fran.
"As for you, what new views do you have regarding Franco now?"
“Hmm, I think it’s a resilient country,” Jiang Kehan replied with a smile after a moment’s thought.
"The so-called calamity will only give this country a new life, but... it needs a suitable leader."
Jiang Kehan's subtext is very simple and straightforward.
Fran has a deep-rooted foundation, and its powerful witches are among the best in other empires, but they are not united.
The British Empire of this era is supported by Angela Terry, and the Great Hua Sky City is maintained by Liang Hua.
The only exception is Franco, whose overly permissive approach to Keva Miller was both a good thing and a bad thing.
Fortunately, in this environment, the Fran witches are the freest and have the best opportunity to improve themselves, resulting in the highest average combat strength and vast territory.
But... can Fran really continue to exist as an empire instead of fragmenting?
Jiang Kehan expressed deep doubt.
“No, the only mistake is the last point.” Theresa’s gaze shifted to Keva Miller as she spoke slowly.
“I agree with Keva Miller’s view that Fran does not need a master.”
"What it really needs is faith."
A belief sufficient to assimilate and bind all the Fran witches together—only in this way can Fran truly belong to the Fran witches, a place full of freedom and honor.
Jiang Kehan didn't deny it, but looking at Theresa who had become serious, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
Perhaps the reasons the other side gave for starting the war were more complex than she thought, which also meant that the persuasive power of those reasons would far exceed her imagination.
But before the two could test each other, the banquet was already ready.
With the help of the experienced helper, Aiwa, they didn't spend much time on it.
The room, which was not spacious to begin with, felt a bit crowded with the addition of tables and chairs, but it was also exceptionally lively.
After all the witches had found a place to sit, Keva Miller picked up her wine glass, her eyelids slightly lowered, her eyes gleaming as she looked at the reflection of each witch in the glass.