Chapter 675:

And he truly did not. It was as if the past two years had never touched him.

“Oh, you flatter me, Little One. I—”

“Hold on a moment.” His look-alike stepped between them, scrutinizing her in a manner that made Emeriel wonder if she had sprouted horns.

Then, he turned to Lord Herod, expression flat.

“You really are going to get yourself killed, Father.”

Emeriel blinked.

“Wait. Father?”

Lord Herod’s laughter rumbled once more, warm and amused.

“Meet my son, Dale.”

Then, turning to the younger male, he gestured toward her.

“Dale, meet Princess Emeriel—my dear friend.”

on her for a moment before he straightened and

“Your Majesty.”

Emeriel shifted, awkward.

not

the

it. You are making

assured them with a small

just… wow,” her head shook

telling me you had a

gaze flickered between them before

never truly age, sons are bound to look more

roared with

looked

refuse to believe I look identical to the

a day over three hundred, while he—with all his loneliness, self-isolation, and brooding—looks seven thousand,

it was Emeriel’s turn to burst into

his head in

ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵍᵃˡⁿᵒᵛᵉˡˢ.ᶜᵒᵐ

hundred and seventy-seven years old. And secondly,

to add,

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