Poison Eve
Chapters-112

"You don't have to do this, Earth!" The Emperor scooped up both of Nazareth's shoulders and straightened his body. "Nobody else saw us."

"You are my father" Nazareth said. "It deserves my respect!"

The Emperor blinked and was stunned to look at Nazareth, acting as if his son's words were a miracle. He then turned to Evelyn. Is this Katz girl who changed you? thought.

Evelyn was getting deeper.

Nazareth exchanged glances with his uncle with the intensity of the gazes that rained down on each other.

The Emperor approached Evelyn and gently touched the girl's shoulder. "Miss Katz, if you don't mind, will you join me for lunch together?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty!" evelyn replied politely and remained bowed. "This is an honor. But however I am only a student, the decision remains in the hands of Lord Vox."

"How, Earth?" The emperor turned to Nazareth.

"With all due respect, Dad! Evelyn had to prepare herself for the next fight. He must train," Nazareth subtly refused.

Be stubborn! grunts Kush Thunder in his heart.

"Alright," the Emperor said as he swung his hand and held it out to Evelyn like an inviting gesture to dance. "At least give this old man the honor of holding this beautiful woman" he asked.

Nazareth shrugged his shoulders slightly in a helpless manner.

"Sure, My Lord!" greet Evelyn, holding the Emperor's arm. Then walked ahead of everyone, down the long corridor towards the special room of the emperor's family.

Orion Jace gave a short nod to Nazareth as he lined up the young man's steps. Kush Thunder walked behind them while hiding his sneaky smile.

"If it's not wrong." The emperor patted the back of Evelyn's hand gently. "So you used the ancestor's protective fairy core strength technique, am I right?"

"Right, Your Majesty," Evelyn replied with a smile and glanced back. "One of the ten core strength theories of the famous protective elf."

Cleon Jace glanced at Nazareth through the corner of his eyes and smiled faintly.

"In that case. doesn't that mean you're descended from Saint Apollo?" ask the Emperor again.

"Right, Your Majesty," Evelyn replied with a grim smile.

The emperor gasped and fell for a long time. Reaching the entrance of a room specially reserved for the emperor's family, he halted his steps and lowered Evelyn's hand. Then scooped up both of the girl's shoulders, facing Evelyn towards him. "So you're Rodrigo's daughter?"

Evelyn was silent.

Nazareth froze behind him with a stern look.

The Emperor smiled faintly and rubbed Evelyn's shoulder. "Thank you for being willing to accompany this old man to get here," he said filled with meaning. He lowered both hands from the girl's shoulders and took out a special plate of the emperor's people, then gave it to Evelyn. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to come to see me" he said.

Evelyn bowed in a respectful manner to the nobility, "This is too much, Your Majesty!"

"Not more than your father's services to the empire" the Emperor said.

Evelyn gulped with great difficulty, almost crying from the shock. Memories of his father always managed to cut his heart.

Suddenly a slanted smile fell on the corner of Kush Thunder's lips.

"Don't be too upset with me, son!" The Emperor advised once more, rubbing Evelyn's head before finally turning around and stepping into the special room to rest the imperial family.

Orion Jace nodded at Nazareth once more, then stepped inside following the Emperor along with the Thunder Kush who was constantly displaying a faint smile.

Upon her return to the academy, Evelyn instantly disappeared into the dimensional space to perfect her secret skills, while her friends meditated in their respective hiding places.

Nazareth was stunned in his personal library, staring at the empty piles of papers without any spirit. Migi Vox sat cross-legged on the table in front of him, crossed with a bored look.

Two shadow bodyguards in mysterious ninja uniforms, floated down from the darkness out of nowhere, then landed lightly without a sound on the veranda of the Nazareth library.

Nazareth flicked his finger and the sliding door of the library was revealed.

The two bodyguards knelt in the middle of the room respectfully soldiers.

"Saint Claus wants to see you," one of the bodyguards reported in a light language that only Nazareth could hear.

Saint Claus is Mikhail Claus. Any Spiritual Master who had already passed the light level in the Order of Angelos would be called a Saint-saint.

Nazareth threw a special plate of the Order of Angelos at his bodyguard, "Make him meet me at the Hall of Skills" Nazareth said in the same light language.

The plate was a dimensional key that could bring one into the Military Skill Hall that was now Evelyn's room. And that plate is only two.

Meanwhile, inside there, Evelyn had already passed thirty levels of skill which she had not expected turned out to be quite easy. Maybe because his level had already passed forty. It could be because the capture and memory are above average.

The practice was only as a condition of refinement because Evelyn did not learn it gradually. And the girl just needs to remember it step by step.

When he tried to activate the forty-fifth painting, he was surprised to find it was not burning in gold. But it's blue. And the figure that came out of the painting was not the knight in armor who used to look like a golden statue, but a middle-aged man with a silver-patterned black-robed white armor coat.

The man floated out from within the painting, then landed lightly in front of Evelyn with a smile. His hands crossed behind his body.

Evelyn gulped and stuttered, then inched away from him. What skills are these? thought confused.

The middle-aged man twisted his fingers on the side of his face in an elegant gesture, while the other hand was still folded behind his body. He touched the empty air and instantly a blue marble-shaped energy shot towards Evelyn.

Evelyn dodged it by bending her body backwards in the kayang position.

The man flicked the ball of energy again in greater numbers.

Evelyn bounced around in the air to dodge the attack in a salto motion.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly. Throw more manna again to attack the deadliest point on Evelyn's body.

Evelyn crossed her hands in front of her face with fingers forming claws, then jumped while swinging her two claws in two opposite directions on her side.

A cross-shaped gilt of light shimmered before his face and jerked out all the manna thrown at him.

It was the secret skill of the newly learned military alliance. One of the basic skills of level eleven fighters at the bottom of the step.

But since Evelyn's power level had already passed forty, her energy range reached four times that of the knight's illusory figure in the painting.

The middle-aged man suddenly clapped his hands with a wide smile.

Evelyn landed with her back slightly bowed in the stance of the horses, looking at the middle-aged man with a frown.