The Hidden Valley Clan Reduced to a Juicy Morsel

Spring sunlight flowed like honey over the awakening earth. In a corner of the vast Northern Great Plains stood a towering colossal castle. Its silver-white walls were gilded with a layer of gold, while the rippling moat before its heavy gates reflected the intricate carvings and banners upon the fortress.

At that moment, an incredulous cry of shock suddenly rang out from an ancient study within the towering walls on all sides, drawing the attention of many watchful people in the castle.

But all sound vanished immediately afterward, and the study fell completely silent.

Inside the room, a faint crimson glow enveloped the surrounding walls, sealing away every movement within without allowing even the slightest trace to escape.

"Say that again."

Junot stared fixedly at the subordinate before him. His handsome features had twisted into something ferocious, and a terrifying aura like that of an abyssal beast spread from him, carrying even the majesty of laws. The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Ain swallowed, terror written across his face. If he remembered correctly, his lord was not even eighty yet. What did that trace of laws emanating from him mean?

Could my lord have broken through to Legendary? That was far too absurd.

"Speak!"

Seeing his subordinate standing there in a daze, Junot snorted again in extreme displeasure.

"O-Oh..."

Under Junot's rebuke, Ain hurriedly suppressed his doubts and swiftly reported:

"My lord, it is absolutely true. I did indeed spot Madam within the Medici Family. However, compared to before, Madam has become far older and thinner."

"Y-You... couldn't have... mistaken her?"

Junot's eyes moistened as he trembled and sought confirmation.

"My lord, I swear upon my life that it was indeed Miss Gweniel. Though I have not known Madam as long as you have, her appearance and bearing