"Are you Micheal Zaar in different skin?" Asked the woman in front of me, genuinely surprised me with her question.
"Lady Camphor, you must be jesting," I said to the old woman in front of me. Lady Camphor is a woman in her early fifties; she has one of those faces which always had a frown on them
She did not say anything, just arched her brow at me while staring at me intensely. "My lady, from what I know, the successor is still an Emperor while I am a Tyrant, not to forget I practice ice element while successor practice fire element," I explained further, but there is no change on her face.
"I am only asking this question because if you are Micheal Zaar, I could assign a different assignment to you."
