Realizing the Feeling and Acknowledging the Stupidity

"White?" Arshley was stunned, her beautiful face suddenly turning pale.

If her memory served her right, the woman and the three little girls in her dream had white hair as well!

However, she couldn't be hasty—she needed to confirm it once more.

"How do you know her hair is white?" Arshley asked cautiously.

Edward took a sip of his tea before replying calmly, "Of course I know, Saint. The defining traits of Amon Crimson's descendants—what we now call the generation of Demon Emperors—are their snow-white hair and red eyes."

He then turned to Leon, who was sitting beside Arshley, and asked, "Am I right, Leon?"

Leon gave a slight nod. "Yeah, you're right, old man."

Arshley's heart pounded violently, her palms clenching tightly.

"So... was the dream real?" A wave of dizziness hit her as she turned to Leon, her gaze filled with hatred.

Sensing her stare, Leon instinctively looked at her, confusion flickering in his eyes.