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Lese Majeste

The invisible barrier broke and a device on the young prince’s person broke. The gardener whose attacks failed to connect to his target frowned and then glared in the direction where Grace appeared. "Witch!!!"

"The name is Bathory Erzebeth," corrected the red-head woman while curtsying. Then she added with a slight smile, "Although I am probably more known as Erzebeth Tudor."

"Cut the nonsense! What have you trespassed this territory for?" As if living to what the woman just called him, a barbarian, he didn't bother with courtesy and just went straight to the point.

Bathory looked away from the ugly expression Irene was making and lightly smiled at the gardener. "Well. See this young man?"

"This one greatly insulted me, the Queen of the B Empire so I was enraged and wanted to exact punishment on him for Lèse majesté."

The middle-aged man who arrived furrowed his brows and tightened his grip on his gardening tool. Hearing the explanation of the blood witch, he glared at her and said,
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