Chapter 2680

Fogort remained seated across from the madwoman. He found himself unable to withstand her presence, especially since he noticed she was using true energy in an attempt to control him. However, her method of control felt peculiar; it seemed less like direct control and more like surveillance. During their conversation, Fogort distinctly sensed that she was scrutinizing him thoroughly, even delving into the organs within his body. Feeling somewhat impatient, he said, "Enough with the nonsense. Just tell me what you want, you brat." The woman finally introduced herself, "What do you keep calling me a brat? I have a name. It's Tamsine Hurley. I don't actually have any ill intentions; I merely want to greet you and get to know you." Fogort scoffed. "Get to know me? You almost took my life!" "I knew you'd easily handle those problems. After all, you're the rightful heir," she replied with a grin. Fogort laughed. "So, you're interested in my ritualistic weapon? Let me be blunt—even if I