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Lower your head slightly.
But the smile on her face grew even wider.
My master, I wonder how a complex witch like you can subdue that innocent yet stubborn witch?
I look forward to it, I look forward to your defeat.
Chapter 475 The Tyrant Who Is Not Afraid and Marches Forward
Jiang Kehan met the person walking towards her in the hall of Fanxi Palace, or rather, Angelite Palace.
The intense, but not glaring, sunlight streamed through the tall white window, falling like exquisite silk onto the ground and onto Angela's shoulders.
Today, she was dressed in a jet-black gentleman's suit, instead of the monarch's robes that Jiang Kehan had seen before.
But he remained upright and handsome, with a scrutinizing look in his eyes, and a slight, natural pursing of his lips, which seemed both mocking and genuinely joyful.
Contradictory and complex, it evokes a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion/reflection).
But what upset Jiang Kehan the most was that Angela was actually a head taller than her!
When they met before, the other person was about the same height as her, even if... even if Angelie was only eighteen years old at the time and had room to grow.
But why didn't Jiang Kehan herself have it?
Destroy this rotten world.
Jiang Kehan closed her eyes slightly, then slowly let out a long breath. With the help of her random thoughts, her heart, which had been clenching due to tension, calmed down again.
Unlike Lilith, Angela was exceptionally unrestrained.
Is this what true greatness is?
Jiang Kehan opened her eyes, and with a kind and respectful smile, looked directly at Angelie and said the first words they exchanged after their "reunion".
"It's been a long time, Ms. Angelelli."
"Long time no see." Angela raised her head slightly, then spoke with interest.
"But for you, it hasn't been long, has it?"
"The moment the portal to time and space reopened, both I and all the great beings you have ever seen did indeed gain an extra memory."
“But unlike you, we truly believe that you are a witch who came from the past.”
Memories have a heavy weight; even if you suddenly recall specific events, they will be swallowed up and assimilated by other related memories, turning back into a stubborn ailment that lingers in your heart.
For Angela and Liang Hua, they had already examined the witch in front of them.
Therefore... they had already accepted the future that the other was about to touch and were willing to support it.
This is also the nominal reason why Angela was willing to become the other party's guide; as for the real purpose...
laugh.
Anyway, Nova, who was behind her, felt the subtle mockery in Angelie's eyes, her lips twitched slightly, and she really wanted to punch Angelie right away.
However, Angela's expression quickly became sincere. She gazed at the beautiful woman before her, who in her eyes was simple yet still similar to the woman in the shadow of Ke Han, her thoughts wandering.
"Therefore, please allow me to express my respect to you."
“You must have seen the sculptures in the courtyard, right?” she asked.
Jiang Kehan nodded, then straightened up, guessing what the other person was going to say.
Angela felt a pang of nostalgia. She raised her hand, then gently tucked it into her stomach, and gave Jiang Kehan a proper gentleman's salute—as a former monarch.
"Thank you for rescuing that stubborn witch from history."
"Perhaps, after a while, the sculpture in my courtyard should be replaced with your likeness."
She said it with a meaningful tone.
Jiang Kehan didn't notice anything amiss because she never even considered that the other person would be entangled in romantic love.
This expression of gratitude seems to come from the heart.
In fact, Angela was serious, but she was serious about both the implied meanings in her words.
A hint of satisfaction and an impatient greed flashed in her eyes. As she bent down to lean over Yueyi, she even licked the corner of her mouth slightly.
If Angela Terry saw loneliness in the shadow of Kohan.
The real Jiang Kehan, in her eyes, was so profound, so... she transformed that loneliness into a flame.
If it cannot be warmed, perhaps being burned to ashes is a good end.
Nova suddenly stepped forward from behind and spoke with a smile.
"Please sit down and discuss this further. I will arrange tea and refreshments shortly."
Angela was startled awake. She instinctively touched her neck before nodding with a smile.
"Yes, your affairs on the British Isles can't be explained in just a few words. Let's sit down and talk about it in detail."
Jiang Kehan smiled and agreed.
But in a place she wasn't looking at, Nova frowned and gave a reminder.
"Master, you're having self-harm again."
“I know… I’ll be careful,” Angela replied, her eyes slightly closed.
She knew very well why she was like this.
Angeli's great achievements were born from her love for witches, so after Sophia unified the witches, she naturally stepped into the realm of the end.
But... her love for the witch never meant that she had ever loved herself.
Angeli's attitude toward herself was just like Nova's attitude toward her doll body—completely indifferent.
That's why she conducted such highly dangerous experiments so frequently.
In Angela's eyes, she never cared whether she would get hurt or not. As long as the results of the experiment were beneficial to the witch, no one could stop her.
Therefore, she was well aware that this was wrong, and that she was the one who needed to be redeemed.
"Love?"
Angela murmured, then gradually fell silent.
It wasn't until she saw Jiang Kehan's somewhat puzzled look that she snapped out of her daze and casually walked over.
If love were a deadly poison, she would only sneer and put it in her mouth to experience the excruciating pain, then laugh heartily.
If love were honey, she would only sigh softly and hold it in her arms, keeping it at a respectful distance.
Angela was arrogant and lonely.
She never expected others to understand her thoughts, as long as they were slightly tired of the flattery that loneliness offered her.
I'm just... a little lonely.
The love before her, the potential love, was neither poison nor honey; it was more like a brand new beginning, loudly challenging Angela.
He questioned her, asking if she would change herself.
Angela's response was that she would forge ahead recklessly, wanting it all.
That is what makes a truly competent tyrant, a last monarch who even disregards himself.
Are you ready to face the wrath and intimacy of a tyrant, Jiang Kehan?
But it doesn't matter, because a tyrant... never needs any other reason, and the target she gazes at doesn't need to be prepared.
Because she was the one who had already strode towards Jiang Kehan.
Anjiete/Q*un栮揪硫咎意珊虾镏莉 chuckled lightly, her gaze leisurely.
Jiang Kehan, sitting opposite, inexplicably began to feel guilty. She looked at Angelie, who seemed normal, and frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.
If, well, she meant if.
If greatness can gain memories from the portal of time and space, then... what about that glimmer of future possibility?
Jiang Kehan shivered and, under Angelie's somewhat concerned gaze, suddenly asked.
"By the way, there shouldn't be a basement here, right?"
"Probably not, but if you need it, um, Nova, could we open a basement here?"
Angela spoke, feigning innocence.
However, her smile was unexpectedly clear.
Chapter 476 The Clerk
After a brief exchange of banter, Angela changed the subject, resting her chin on her hands and speaking with a slightly scrutinizing tone.
"Let's leave the small talk here for now, Kehan."
"You didn't come to the UK to learn how to be a proper lady, leisurely retreating to your own territory and savoring afternoon tea."
"You have ambition and are willing to take action, which is good."
"but……"
Angela chuckled softly, leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and gave a sharp look.
"In this unfamiliar country, you need to make a suitable plan based on your own circumstances."
"Otherwise, it will only be a waste of effort."
Jiang Kehan raised her head slightly, took a breath, and gazed at Angelie, whose hair was being blown by the breeze and who was acting wildly. She then said the words that she already knew by heart.
"I have already thought it through before coming, please give me your guidance."
"First of all... my spell pool is very shallow, and I need to constantly learn various powerful spells to make up for my shortcomings."
Angela nodded slightly, then gave an unquestionable introduction.
"That's easy. Right in front of you is the most skilled in magic among all the witches. Even Sophia is just a brute in my eyes."
"Nothing."
Angela looked at Jiang Kehan with great interest, already guessing what bargaining chips the other party would use to obtain her guidance.
But that would be far too boring, and some knowledge isn't as cheap as Jiang Kehan thought.