บท 748: The One Called Ciel

"It has been ages, dear friend." The white-clad woman, or rather… Ciel, spoke with grace.

A smile constantly remained on her face, and her pristine beauty could take one's breath away. This enthralling part of her held no appeal to Kazen, however. Instead, it only drove her further into a rage.

"Do not call me that. I am no longer your friend!" She growled.

"There's that temper. As expected of you, Kazen. When I felt your Aether, I instantly knew it was you. Honestly, even in death, you haven't changed."

Kazen gritted her teeth, glaring murderously at Ciel.

Millions of thoughts ran through her head, but most of them consisted of one major element. How to kill the woman in front of her.

" I expected, if anyone would return from the dead, it would be the strongest or something. Perhaps Merlin or Lancelot. Why would you be the one to come? And why choose such a weak vessel?"

"That's none of your business," Kazen responded brazenly.