Clara returned her gaze to the white-haired Heaven's Warrior, who was an Empyrean clad in white robes.
Needless to say, his aura was immense, and the pressure he exuded could crush an Immortal Stage expert, but in front of her, he adopted a courteous attitude, giving immense respect to her status as a heaven-born ruler.
Although he respected her, it didn't seem like he completely believed her origin story.
She should've known, considering he was an Empyrean instead of an Autarch.
"Of course, you have never heard of me. My age hasn't even reached thirty."
Clara coldly uttered.
She remained indifferent, not bothering to explain more. She felt any lies at this point would be seen through, so she remained silent instead, letting them continue to guess. At least, it should be better than them finding out she was from the First Haven World and linking her with Davis.
