"The reason you're alive right now is because I temporarily halted the effects of the poison."
Upon hearing her statement, Roel paused momentarily and released a small sigh.
'(Sure enough, it's impossible to remove this damn poison from my body.)' Roel inwardly lamented with a hint of regret.
Nevertheless, he found himself quite intrigued by how this white-haired woman could temporarily halt the effects of the king of hell's poison within his body.
Regrettably, he felt too embarrassed to delve further into the matter.
After all, the two of them were complete strangers, and his rescue by this beautiful white-haired woman had been a mere stroke of luck.
Regardless, whether it involved using magic or similar means to temporarily halt the effects of the king of hell's poison, it was undoubtedly valuable.
If this method or magic were made known to influential individuals worldwide, there was no doubt that people would be willing to invest a substantial amount of money to obtain it.
Roel set aside his irrelevant thoughts and regarded the woman with curiosity.
"By the way, Miss, I apologize for any impoliteness. Could I know your name?" Roel smiled slightly and asked in a polite tone, though in his heart he felt somewhat uneasy and embarrassed.
Considering that this woman had saved him, not knowing her name felt impolite.
Upon his inquiry, the beautiful white-haired woman glanced at him and gave a small nod.
"It's alright; it's also my fault for not introducing myself earlier. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Freya Neiva, and I am the head of the Neiva family that owns this place," the white-haired beauty stated in a composed tone, maintaining her indifferent expression.
"Freya Neiva?" Roel blinked, expressing uncertainty in his mutterings.
He had never come across a high-ranking noble family named Neiva in the three empires of mankind.
Even if such a family existed, it didn't seem to be a prominent noble house, likely falling in the middle or lower ranks.
However, he promptly dismissed the thought; there was no way a middle- or even lower-level noble could afford the luxurious furniture present in the room he currently occupied.
The cabinets adorned with gold and high-grade materials, the floor carpet crafted from the fur of high-grade monsters, and the overall decor in his room held such unimaginable value that even high-level nobles would hesitate before spending such substantial sums of money.
And how did he know all this?
Just kidding. If he couldn't even identify the things around him, why would he hold the title of the most knowledgeable student in the Saint Heines Magic Academy?
"Sorry, Miss Freya. It appears that there are no noble families with the surname Neiva in the three empires of mankind. Is the Neiva family perhaps a merchant family?" Roel couldn't help but gently propose this conclusion.
There was only this one possibility, and he was confident that it seemed like he was right this time.
Large merchant families are typically affluent, and some can even surpass the wealth of Dukes and other high-ranking noble families, making for a very convenient situation.
However, Freya, upon hearing Roel's guess, furrowed her brows and looked at him in surprise.
"You're mistaken. I'm not a merchant, and the Neiva family is not a merchant family," came her direct and decisive response, catching Roel somewhat off guard.
"Ha? Not a merchant family? Then what?" He asked, puzzled, looking at Freya with incomprehension.
If not a merchant family, then what?
An imperial family? It seemed unlikely, and he was fairly certain that the three imperial families of the human race did not carry the surname Neiva.
Just as he was lost in contemplation, suddenly, Freya, seated on the chair next to him, rose slowly to her feet, and her red eyes regarded him with a playful gaze.
"You seem to have misunderstood. Since when did I say that I and the Neiva family are from the three empires of mankind?" An extremely beautiful and enchanting smile graced her face.
Even Roel felt a little lost as he gazed at the smile on her beautiful and cold countenance.
Yet he quickly came to his senses as he absorbed her words, and a cold chill instantly ran down his spine.
"You're suggesting that you're not from the territory of the three empires of mankind? Then, where did you come from, and where am I right now?" Roel suppressed his anxiety and the rapid beating of his heart.
Cold sweat involuntarily dripped from his forehead, as he had actually anticipated the truth in his heart.
'(No way! No way! It's impossible, isn't it!? This woman claims she's not from one of the three empires of mankind. It means that my current location is beyond the territory of mankind!" Roel cried out in fear inwardly, his golden eyes fixed on Freya, who was smiling at him with a meaningful expression.
For some reason, the moment he heard that this was not in the territory of the three empires of mankind from her mouth, her current smile lost its sweetness and even became unsettling!
"What's wrong? Your face seems a bit tense upon hearing that this isn't within humanity's territory?" Freya, whose face always carried a cold demeanor, suddenly shifted her speaking style to playful, teasing the already frightened Roel.
"Ha? What are you saying? I'm not nervous; I'm just curious about where we are right now." Roel forced a smile, concealing all his anxiety within his heart.
"Heh~" Freya smiled playfully at his words, shaking her head slightly.
Gradually, her facial expression turned cold, and a supremely domineering aura instantly emanated from her body, causing a shiver to run down Roel's spine.
"Let me introduce myself once again. My name is Freya Neiva, also known as the Black Dragon Lord and the leader of the black dragon clan of the dragon race." She paused for a moment, and a faint, beautiful smile appeared on her lips as she looked at Roel, who was already very pale and on the verge of fainting at her introduction.
"Nice to meet you~"
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