Illimitable Until Death

Chapter 554: Tell You

The carriage itself was adorned with dazzling decorations.

Its walls were coated in shimmering gold leaf and the wheels were inlaid with eye-catching jewels.

Even the Earth Dragons pulling the carriage were covered in high-quality fur, and their bodies were larger than typical Earth Dragons, indicating they were of exceptional breeds.

Such a luxurious Dragon Carriage was completely devoid of practicality and mobility, serving solely as a display of taste, wealth, and status.

On the Dragon Carriage’s exterior was the emblem of the Barielle family.

Inside the opulent Dragon Carriage, Priscilla closed her lace fan and directed her gaze towards Fang Li across from her, while her words were aimed at Al.

“What a disgrace; you were subdued so easily?”

Clearly, despite her arrogant and self-assured demeanor, Priscilla wasn’t foolish.

Observing Al being subdued by Fang Li underfoot without resistance, even the least observant person could see what had happened.

Al had been effortlessly overpowered by Fang Li.

“And here I thought you had at least some competence worthy of my attention, besides the entertainment you provide me,” Priscilla remarked disdainfully.

“How can you dare to call yourself my knight when you’ve been subdued so easily?”

Yes, Al was Priscilla’s knight.

Though he wasn’t part of the Kingdom Knight Corps, as a Royal Selection candidate, Priscilla’s chosen knight and attendant was Al.

As the knight of a Royal Selection candidate, Al’s capabilities were undeniably high.

In fact, Al’s selection as Priscilla’s knight came after she gathered all her vassals in her territory for a grand competition.

Out of the final four contenders, Priscilla chose Al.

Therefore, Al’s abilities were considerable and at least on par with a transformed Rem.

Given this situation, perhaps even Priscilla hadn’t expected Al to be subdued so easily.

Of course, this was an oversight on Priscilla’s part.

The reality was that Fang Li’s ability to subdue Al so efficiently was not solely due to his own prowess but also because Al had surrendered promptly.

“Come on, my princess, I’d like to live a little longer,” Al said, remaining in his submissive position, looking visibly helpless.

“This is a man who sliced through my sword in an instant, putting a dagger to my throat before a second had even passed.

I could have resisted, but resisting would have meant certain death, so cut me some slack.”

“How unsightly,” Priscilla remarked, expressing her dissatisfaction.

Yet, her attention was clearly not on Al, but instead on Fang Li as she smiled sweetly.

Her smile, though beautiful and captivating, bore an air of superiority.

“Though the process didn’t go as expected, this has proven to be an entertaining twist.

As long as the outcome aligns with my pursuits, it doesn’t matter how we get there.”

Indeed.

Even though the process differed, Priscilla’s goal was to bring Fang Li here all along.

Since that goal had been achieved, the process was just a small bit of amusement for Priscilla.

“On that note, you’ve surprised this one, proving your value.” Priscilla gave this assessment as though she were grading him.

“Since you have proven your worth, this one will begrudgingly consider you a worthy conversation partner.”

“However, for this one, all others besides this one herself are nothing more than ordinary people.”

Just from these statements, one could understand the extent of Priscilla’s arrogance and self-confidence.

To Priscilla, the world only consists of two types of people: those like her, who consider themselves above all, and those below her, whom she deems ordinary.

Anyone else might struggle to find favor with Priscilla unless they had exceptional patience.

Fang Li doesn’t have a particularly good temper, but this level of arrogance isn’t enough to make him lose his cool.

So, Fang Li ignored Priscilla’s self-centered monologue and calmly asked, “Alright, since I’m here, tell me about the Witch Cult’s whereabouts.”

Without waiting for Priscilla to respond, Fang Li shifted the topic and said, “However, I suspect you might not have any information about the Witch Cult, do you?”

“Oh?” Priscilla raised an elegant eyebrow and asked with interest, “Why do you think that?”

“Because I believe I’ve understood enough about your character,” Fang Li replied indifferently.

“You act purely based on your own whims, thinking that everything in the world revolves around you.

So you won’t pay attention to things you find uninteresting.

When you do find something interesting, it eventually comes to you on its own.”

“Without a doubt, the Witch Cult’s activities wouldn’t be of interest to you, as your current interest is focused on me.” Fang Li continued to stare at Priscilla and continued, “If I’m not mistaken, you heard from someone about my investigation into the Witch Cult, and used that information to draw me here, didn’t you?”

Fang Li’s calm analysis caused Priscilla’s eyes, which sparkled like jewels, to glimmer as she opened her lace fan and covered her lower face.

“It seems my evaluation of you was a bit low,” Priscilla said, meeting Fang Li’s gaze with an expression that was hard to discern behind her fan.

“Given that, why did you come here?” She asked.

Indeed, if Priscilla didn’t have any information about the Witch Cult, why would Fang Li be here?

The only reason would be to verify something.

“Although it’s a pity I couldn’t get information on the Witch Cult, I’m now curious about something else.”

Fang Li smiled faintly and kept his gaze on Priscilla as he asked, “Who told you about my investigation into the Witch Cult?”

Upon hearing this, Priscilla snapped her fan closed with a ‘pā’ sound and her gaze toward Fang Li took on a mocking air.

Then Priscilla said, “Why should I tell you?”

As a result, the atmosphere suddenly grew tense.