Chapter 188: Enmity and Vengeance
Oliver’s mind was blank.
Although he and Nemo did expect that Ann was related to the royal family and might have some knowledge of the hidden story, he didn’t expect that Ann would directly open up like this— Or in such capacity.
The Nightingales of Alban, the twin princesses, two weak and beautiful little girls. Andrea Alastair’s unfortunate and short life had always been a favorite subject of the bards. After listening to it for a long time, Oliver had subconsciously regarded the name as something from another world. On the other hand, except for attending the grand sacrifices of the Laddism Church, the princesses of Alban rarely appeared in front of the common people. When they do appear, they must always be weak and pure.
Ann didn’t have the slightest sense of “weak and pure” qualities from head to toe, but according to her statement just now, the tragic character Andrea Alastair was indeed still alive. The veteran Black Chapter Ann Savage of Tumbleweed was the princess who had died prematurely…
Oliver stood still in confusion, a little unable to grasp which thing he should be shocked about first. To be honest, with Nemo’s speculation, he had a premonition of the truth of his mother’s death. There had never been a trace of “mother” in his life, let alone any deep feelings he had for her. For the fact that Ann confided, Oliver would not lose his mind because of anger.
It was Ann herself who brought him the greater impact.
He thought there wouldn’t be such a person like that in Tumbleweed. Although Ann had always laughed off some of his less-than-reasonable knowledge reserve, Oliver had a hunch that Ann wasn’t just a simple Black Chapter. However, the leader of Tumbleweed never thought that the female warrior who was more meticulous than anyone else and had been struggling in the Black Chapter industry for nearly 20 years would be born into the royal family.
Oliver swallowed, trying to drive his attention away from this terrible discovery. “About the death of my mother… How much do you know?”
From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that this was just another bad joke by the female warrior; a lame joke that tried to liven up the atmosphere.