Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 475.2: Veronica’s Heart (2)

In fact, Roel had only seen fragments of his ancestor’s memories. He was surprised when he found out that the owner of the heart was a female. It made viewing the memories awkward since they were from a first-person perspective.

The first fragment of memory he saw was nothing special. He was seated in front of a table, studying diligently. Nothing much happened during this period of time, so he wasn’t able to derive much out of it. All he was able to gather was his ancestor’s name that was scribbled on her diary and her socio-economic status.

Veronica Arde.

The aesthetics of the room suggested that it was in the later-middle years of the Second Epoch. There was no mirror in the room, so Roel had no way of knowing how Veronica looked. He could only tell she had brown hair from the bangs that barely dangled in his line of vision.

Humankind was at its golden age in the Second Epoch. It was the era where the Ardes, also known as the Shadow Eagle of the Ancient Austine Empire, were at the peak of their power.

Money-wise, the expensive ornaments on display and the huge assortment of magic tools to help with their studies were proof of their affluence. Strength-wise, all of Veronica’s servants were high transcendents.

This studying continued until a maid suddenly entered the room. She first bowed to Veronica before saying something that Roel was unable to clearly hear. Veronica’s face brightened up joyfully upon hearing those words.

She followed the maid to a room and changed into a cute but dignified Ancient Austine long gown. Roel was finally able to see her reflection in the mirror while she was dolling up. She was a brown-haired, blue-eyed girl, looking just a little younger than Roel. She could most definitely be considered to be beautiful, and her physique was leaning toward the slender side.

The scene was then cut to a banquet that was grand in scale, even by Roel’s standards.

Many young men and ladies warmly greeted Veronica when she entered the banquet hall. Without a doubt, she was the star of the banquet. A mag

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