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Moreover, the name of the Purgatory Devil Dragon had already become more resounding than the Silver Dragon’s Master.

Under the deliberate promotion of some powerful groups, the Purgatory Devil Dragon had successfully replaced the world-ending demon king in various legends, becoming the existence that many adults used to scare children.

However, very few people knew that a silver dragon and a black dragon, these two seemingly unrelated giant dragons, were originally one dragon!

Catherine, who knew this information, immediately lowered her head, always feeling that knowing too much was not a good thing.

Soon, Otto in the form of a Silver Dragon-man spoke: “Catherine, you are a smart person, I believe many things don’t need me to explain to you.”

Catherine immediately knelt down respectfully, her forehead touching the ground humbly.

Then, Otto continued: “I have a task for you to do, or rather, to assist Elise.”

“Elise?”

Catherine raised her head somewhat puzzled, thinking that the name sounded somewhat familiar.

She then looked at the blonde elf beside her, whom she also recognized.

Subsequently, the latter suddenly smiled and said softly to her: “Aunt Catherine, when you left Dawn Forest, I was not born yet, but I think you should still remember this name.

Father said that the name Elise was something you and he came up with many years ago.”

Hearing this, Catherine immediately exclaimed: “You are Meron’s child? My heavens! So the reason for Catalan’s departure from Dawn Forest this time is you!”

Suddenly, as if she had remembered something, she asked: “What about your brother? I remember Meron had a pair of children!”

“He’s gone already…”

The voice of Elise sounded somewhat sad, while Catherine sighed: “Forgive me, child, for speaking out of turn…”

“Alright!”

Otto clapped his hands, pulling the thoughts of the two people back to the present.

He continued: “You will have plenty of time to reminisce in the future. Now I will briefly explain the task you need to complete next. Gaz and Saru will give you the specific instructions and requirements.”

Since Otto had already spoken, Elise and Catherine held back their stomachs full of words and stood respectfully waiting for Otto’s next words.

Soon, Otto stated his request, which was simply for Catherine to assist Elise in returning to Dawn Forest and gaining the trust of the elves.

As the current Elf King’s days were numbered, their task was to gain his trust and inherit the throne.

Then, after the death of the current Elf King, Meron, let Elise ascend to the throne and legitimately gain control of Dawn Forest.

Otto had made too many enemies, and his unique nature meant that he would struggle to acquire allies.

Thus, Otto began to create allies for himself.

Angelina, who had ascended to the throne of Vide, was one, and Elise, soon to be the Elf Queen, was another.

There was no choice, as traditional forces would never accept Otto’s existence.

Currently, Angelina was doing well, but for Elise to take control of Dawn Forest, everything had to start from scratch.

But now she could be said to be the first heir to the next Elf King. Another contender who could compete effectively with her, Catalan, had just recently died at the hands of Angelina.

With the loss of this strongest competitor, Elise’s chances of succeeding the throne increased significantly.

This was also the reason why Otto was so determined to eliminate Catalan.

Aside from that, Otto had also taken some other situations into consideration.

Suddenly, Catherine asked: “Your Majesty, please allow me to ask presumptuously, do you mean for me to accompany Elise back to Dawn Forest and help her gain the right to inherit the throne?”

“Yes!”

Otto nodded in affirmation.

Subsequently, Catherine’s face was filled with worry: “But Your Majesty, as you know, I am now a Lich.

Various good-aligned creatures live in Dawn Forest, and someone like me, who stinks of death all over, would probably be burned to ashes upon revealing myself.”

What Catherine said was not speculation, but fact.

However, this situation had long been within Otto’s considerations. He clapped his hands and a slender half-elf girl holding a grotesque and disgusting wand slowly walked over.

Although the girl’s expression was cold, her ruby-like eyes seemed to contain the beautiful dust of the entire sky.

As a former Elf, Catherine could tell at a glance that this half-elf girl had Dore lineage.

It was none other than Sofia.

Soon, Catherine noticed that there was also an expressionless elf following behind Sofia.

This elf had empty eyes and a dull gaze, as if his entire soul had been hollowed out.

And in fact, that was the case: this was just an elf’s shell, and its soul had already been stripped away by Sofia through some method.

The one who provided the method was the great Legendary Witch Demon Moray, while the one who carried it out was Sofia.

As her strength grew, while Sofia had not yet stepped into the realm of legend, she had almost absorbed all of Moray’s vast knowledge of spells.

As Saru once said, Sofia was a one-in-a-million magic genius.

“This is your new body.”

Sofia looked coldly at Catherine and then beckoned her with a hook of her finger, saying, “Where’s the Life Box? Did you bring it?”

Catherine’s Life Box was hidden in many places, but as the master of the Life Box, she just needed some effort to summon the Life Box to her hand using magic.

After a period of a cumbersome operation, Catherine finally held the assembled Life Box in both hands, carefully handing it to Sofia.

Sofia casually glanced at the Life Box, then used the sharp end of the Soul Eater Wand to gently tap a spot on the Life Box.

Then, the Life Box exploded instantly, and the soul stored inside was exposed before Sofia without any hesitation.

Seeing all this, Catherine was immediately alarmed and began to speculate on the identity of the half-elf girl.

As a Legendary Witch Demon, her strength should be much stronger than Sofia’s, not to mention her own.

Her Life Box was also made of many precious and hard materials, but in Sofia’s hands, it was as fragile as an eggshell.