Kapitel 147: [Blood Of Fallen] [3]

"Hmm, it does look great."

I mumbled to myself as I observed my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the cap that sat snugly on my head.

My once purple hair had transformed into a pristine white, peeking out from beneath the cap, and a black mask covered the lower half of my face.

A pair of glasses and the overcoat I wore concealed my features.

I nodded in approval, satisfied with the transformation, before turning away from the mirror and sitting on the cozy bed.

Taking out my phone, I glanced at the already dialed number.

"Haah..."

I exhaled deeply before pressing the call button.

The phone rang twice before someone on the other end picked up.

"What is it, Azariah?" A smooth yet sharp voice answered.

"The emperor threatened to kill me," I said, cutting straight to the point. "He told me to either marry one of his daughters from the concubines or die."