1579 The Reality Warping Bellicose Tyrant Becons! II

Within the castle that currently housed Empress Genevieve and her female guard.

The Pure-Blooded female guard was currently stretching her body while putting on an annoyed expression, her sweet voice ringing out with complaints at this moment.

"Master, you know how much I hate acting stiff and straight for days on end, and you still made me come on this trip!"

The powerful Eighth Firmament guard actually addressed the Empress as such, her fingers tapping the corner of her shoulders as the white cape flowing serenely behind her disappeared, leaving her in her golden wrappings that tightly hugged the curves of her body.

"Will Little Beatrix really have me do these trips alone? And this time, I even found something interesting in these dry realities. Mere children calling themselves Peerless Alchemists just because they can refine High Tier Pills…the quality has truly continued to fall since the Olden Times!"