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Chapter 686

Chapter 686: Chapter 75 Did You Two Form a Band Before?_2 Chapter 686: Chapter 75 Did You Two Form a Band Before?_2 This is considered a heart sickness—only for elves, a heart sickness can destroy their bodies.

At this moment, Grey didn’t lower her head to look at Aiwass.

She only looked towards Yanis, her voice gentle, “You must remember the day Master Bettina Dia Amberficated.

So why have you forgotten the time we parted?”

“Or have you forgotten...

the day you left, I came to see you off?”

“Virtual pointing, virtual pointing...

a day feels like a year...”

Yanis was nearly sweating, stammering, “Because I missed you, I subconsciously added a few more years.

This is...

...

this is a kind of exaggeration...”

“—You returned to the Holy Nation three times in between.”

Grey interrupted Yanis’s words.

Riding atop a unicorn, she subconsciously held Aiwass’s shoulder tighter, her expression becoming more calm as she stared at Yanis, “Why didn’t you come to see me?”

“I actually saw you...

from a distance...@@@@

ah, not just a glance, I’ve been watching you for a long time...”

“—Did you think I would forget you?

Why didn’t you come to find me?”

“I thought...

um, you might be very busy...”

“One hundred and ninety-five years.

In human lifespans, that’s already seen five generations pass.

One hundred and ninety-five years ago, Narcissus Duchy and Black Hawk Duchy were still independent countries; one hundred and ninety-five years ago, Lohar Society had just been established; one hundred and ninety-five years ago, goblins hadn’t started dealing in troll trade, and the Benevolent Lords’ third water source war hadn’t even erupted.”

Grey interrupted again, speaking calmly yet seriously, “That’s already longer than the time we grew up together since we were young.”

Yanis tried to explain further, but after struggling a bit, she ended up sighing in resignation, lowering her head and saying, “Yes...

I’m sorry, Grey.”

—This was the first time Aiwass had seen Master Yanis in such a disheveled state.

This camera spirit, in Avalon, had always been so suave.

She never used doors, almost always traveling through paintings, as if she knew all the secrets, always with an inscrutable smile on her lips.

She was a genuinely reliable senior.

Even before Queen Sofia, she always managed to maintain a rather high posture.

But leaving a friend hanging for two hundred years sounded too outrageous.

Yanis glanced at Grey involuntarily and shook her head repeatedly, not saying anything.

“I’m telling you, lad...”

Yanis lowered her voice and said fiercely: “It was your sister who invited me over.

If there’s a delay, it’ll be her time that’s wasted.”

“...Freya?”

“Right—how many sisters do you have?”

Hearing this, Aiwass hesitated and glanced at Grey.

Grey looked calmly at Yanis and said softly: “I have caught you, Yanis, you can’t escape.

Come to the twenty-first floor in two days.

I’ve cleared a day for you to explain.”

“...Okay.”

Yanis nodded, glared at Aiwass, and then her entire figure faded and disappeared.

At this time, Grey sighed.

She curtsied to the air: “You’ve seen a joke, Cardinal Matilda.”

“It’s alright.”

That was a gentle voice like flowing water: “I’m also happy to see the two of you reconcile.”

The air rippled slightly, and a young female elf, appearing to be in her twenties or thirties with blue hair, materialized there.

None of them, be it Aiwass, Lily, or Sherlock, had noticed her presence before.

But Aiwass recognized her at a glance, dressed in the Cardinal Archbishop’s robes—The biggest difference between a Cardinal Archbishop and an Archbishop lies in their robes, which are custom-made, unique to each individual, each one a different color, and not just red or a mix of gold and red.

The robe would always bear the black Sin Thorn pattern, and at the heart of the pattern there must be a hollow portion, revealing the skin or inlaid with gemstones.

Cardinal Matilda’s robes were violet, with the Sin Thorn pattern right in the middle of her chest, forming a thorny ring.

The most distinctive feature was the large sleeves, which resembled trumpet flowers.

For some reason, Aiwass always felt as if he had seen her somewhere before.

He pondered for a moment whether this person could be among the elves that advanced in ranks with the Pure White Saintess...

but from her age and appearance, it didn’t quite match up.

Cardinal Matilda nodded slightly to Aiwass, placing her right hand over her chest, introducing herself: “I am the Ordinator from the Department of Sanctity, Matilda.

I am responsible for the promotion of all sanctities above bishop.”

“Cardinal Matilda.”

Aiwass touched his forehead lightly three times, respectfully saying: “May the Candle Master watch over your Light.”

Matilda nodded and turned to the others: “Beyond here is the Department of Sanctity.

Everyone else, please wait here...

Aiwass, come with me to change your clothes first.”