Morgana had lived for over 300 years, but she had never experienced fear as gripping as she did now.

A peculiar sense of dread surged through her heart like a torrent bursting through gates, causing her to feel as though she were falling at an ever-accelerating speed.

Despite reaching the age of four hundred, her strength growing with each passing day, her courage had waned over the years.

There were two things she feared most, growing old and dying, and having her true identity exposed.

Consequently, the Warriors Den had many members, but only a few knew the Lord’s true identity.

Aside from the four marshals, all the other members belonged to the Mirren family.

These Mirren family members were descendants of Morgana’s tribe, relying on her for a life of luxury, which fostered an unwavering loyalty towards her.

However, Morgana showed no mercy towards the few rebels within the Mirren family. She would eliminate those who deserved it.

Moreover, she kept secrets from the Mirren family.

They knew she possessed extraordinary powers and had achieved immortality, but they remained oblivious to her true origins.

The four marshals were no different. They knew she had lived for four centuries, but her master’s identity remained a mystery to them.

Amidst her fear, Morgana contemplated this thought.

believed Zeba had not perished but

reflection, she had never disclosed his master’s

three individuals knew that she was

them, as well as Lucius Clark, her older brother whom

was

her teeth clenched, and she uttered in a cold voice, “Maria… Could it be that you betrayed me?” She paused,

to apprehend Maria, she was aided by an expert and escaped unscathed. The person I dispatched was the Cyprus cavalry guard. Soon after, Jarvis perished in the fortress where the

Morgana entertained another idea—could the artist who created the master’s portrait be the same person who

safety, why would he travel to Northern Europe to protect Maria? However, if Maria hadn’t exposed my identity, how did he come to know about me? Could

this person truly is a disciple accepted by the master within the last five hundred years, he should consider himself a disciple of Morgana. Since my

she exclaimed, “Could it be that he too seeks the secret to

not protect the Evans family…” Her mind

thing was certain—the moment the other party produced the painting, it served as a clear warning to Morgana. If she persisted in attacking

a mystical weapon as soon as he arrived in Aurous Hill, capable of summoning celestial thunder. Now it’s evident that his encounter

case,” Morgana no longer concerned herself with sorting through the countless clues and possibilities in her mind. Her primary objective

adversary had no fear even in the face of Gideon’s self-destruction, then the three elders might prove inadequate against

were to arrive in Aurous Hill and fall victim to

already vanished. If the three elders were to follow suit, the Warriors Den would lose over half

Hill immediately after the enemy had revealed the master’s portrait, she would essentially be declaring a direct confrontation. This would undoubtedly enrage the

phone and called Aemon, who was

managed to calm the three elders’ apprehensions about flying. Suddenly, he received a call from Morgana. Hurriedly answering, he respectfully inquired, “My Lord, how may I assist

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