"Miss..."

Garna entered the ultra-luxurously decorated room, carrying a tray.

"Garna, come here."

Elvire turned her head slightly, beckoning her maid.

"Yes..."

Obediently, Garna approached the floor-to-ceiling window.

"What a vibrant battle, isn’t it?"

Elvire watched intently below—the clash between Ouyang Feng and Jamel. The corner of the glass also reflected the digital broadcast of the exchange tournament. Even from this height, every detail was crystal clear.

Garna followed her gaze downward—her eyes could see it all.

"Ouyang Clan’s daughter will win overwhelmingly. No doubt."

After mere seconds, Garna concluded. Elvire, still engrossed in the broadcast, nodded in agreement.

"Whoever that Ouyang Feng bastard is, her power is undeniably exceptional."

"Shall I capture her for brainwashing, Miss?"

"Garna, what are you thinking... I’d never have such a dull idea."

Elvire couldn’t help but laugh at her maid’s suggestion. Garna had always been like this since childhood—face frozen in cold neutrality, yet constantly going the extra mile for her mistress.

"My apologies. I overstepped."

"No matter. How is Ferna’s situation?"

"She’s scouting the Ouyang Clan’s stronghold. Gathering intel on the *Special Target*. Undetected so far."

"I see..."

Elvire’s reply was faint. Her expression shifted almost imperceptibly—a change Garna caught instantly. But she was accustomed to it. No matter what her mistress became, Garna had only one duty: obey without question.

"Recall Ferna. The operation begins in two days. Huang Long will accept my offer. He *will*..."

Her confidence was baseless, yet Garna found herself believing it.

"I’ve vetted the mercenaries per your instructions. The list is here."

Garna withdrew her gaze from the window and produced a small tablet. Elvire took it, scrolling intently. Names flashed across the screen until her finger stopped on one.

"Him."

The name, magic abilities, combat records—all matched her memories perfectly.

"Garna, secure him at all costs. Build a unit around him. Target: exterminate the Ouyang Clan. Every last one. Kill them all..."

A venomous smile spread across Elvire’s lips—chilling to the bone.

"Understood, Miss. I’ll depart immediately."

Garna bowed, retrieved the tablet, and left the room.

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"Just a little more... Just a little closer... and I’ll reach you, my beloved Ouyang Ge........"

A lust-filled breath echoed softly in the silent room...