The Tension of Two Women

"Hahaha... Even after thousands of years, you haven't changed, Dragon Ancestor."

A ray of purple light suddenly appeared beside Leon, expanding before finally taking the shape of an extraordinarily beautiful woman with a graceful and gentle demeanor.

Leon stared in shock. "Miranda?"

Miranda turned to him with a soft smile. "Good afternoon, Master. I apologize for the surprise."

"Hahaha! It really is you, Lady Miranda!" The dragon ancestor burst into laughter, its thunderous voice echoing through the vast hall.

"I had a feeling it was you. Your aura is unmistakably familiar," it said, unable to hide its delight.

Miranda chuckled, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "I must admit, I'm quite surprised you can still sense my aura after more than seven thousand years."

Given the dragon ancestor's close friendship with Demon Emperor Amon Crimson, it was only natural that it knew Miranda well. In fact, their bond had been rather deep.