Divine Emperor of Death

"What is it?" Princess Isabella got more curious.

Davis looked at her face and kept staring at her for a while before he reached out his hand towards the empty air. A projection appeared in mid-air and what appeared in that projection made Princess Isabella blink in confusion.

A woman dressed in a red upper robe and lower white garment stood at the seventeenth-floor's entrance as she curled her blonde hair with a frown on her face. She moved her lips and spoke with a masked man dressed in a purple-black robe. 

"This... She is... Nora Alstreim? The Young Mistress? What is she doing here taking with Log-, your father?"

"Oh... She is here for a revenge match?" Princess Isabella smiled as she felt like she understood.

However, Davis shook his head, "Just keep watching the projection...

"Davis, if you don't know, know that I don't like to be kept in suspense..." Princess Isabella warned with wide eyes that sparkled in a teasing light.

Davis blinked at her adorable attempt at trying to scare him before he explained a bit.

"This is this fourth time they're meeting in this place."

Princess Isabella narrowed her brows in abrupt confusion and shock, "You mean?"

She returned her attention to the projection, which projected both the image and the voice.

At the entrance of the seventeenth floor, Logan stood on the stairs over an elevated step as he frowned at equally frowning Nora Alstreim, who stood below him.

"How many times do I have to say?" Logan spread his hands in exasperation.

"What do you mean, 'how many times do I have to say?'?" Nora Alstreim scoffed, "You can't just win and run away like that while clutching on to victory. If you're a cultivator with dignity, battle me again so that we can decide who is superior!"

"You?" Logan's eyes twitched behind his mask, "What part of 'I'm not free' do you not understand?" 

"So, it's a matter of wager!" Nora Alstreim nodded her head as if she understood, "Fine, I'll put forward all of my current allowance of this year. Ten Peak-Level Spirit Stones! How about that for a wager?"

"Are you convinced?" Nora Alstreim confidently smiled as she held her waists with her two hands.

"No!" Logan strongly replied.

"You!? Ten Peak-Level Spirit Stones aren't enough? What do you think Peak-Level Spirit Stones are? It is used by Eighth Stage Experts to transact Emperor Grade Treasures!"

Nora Alstreim became shocked as she thought of another possibility. Could it be that Logan had more Peak-Level Spirit Stones that he could not bother with her measly spare change?

"That's not it..." Logan shook his head, "I'm not truly free to make time for us to battle again."

"You can't be like this!" Nora Alstreim bit her bottom lip as she felt like she was being humiliated.

If the reason wasn't what she imagined, then she indeed felt humiliated.

A man dared to say that he didn't have time for her, even when she took a year of her allowance as a wager? It was truly the first time she was brushed off like this in her own turf, and to this opponent who had bested her fair and square, she really wanted to keep herself composed and not make a fool of herself. 

She took a deep breath and tried to leave, but she ended up starting a conversation again.

"A loser of a battle between equal level cultivators can't be decided in a single round. One of them, either party must at least win two times to determine the winner fairly. If I don't beat you, I will not be able to rest assured and cultivate in peace."

"Equal level experts? Could it be that you forgot that I also tri-cultivate?" Logan scoffed in retort.

Nora Alstreim became taken aback as she didn't know what to say suddenly, "Y-You... You're not fair. I was talking about our prowess in Essence Gathering Cultivation!"

"Fine! I surrender! I lost, okay?" 

Logan raised his voice before he sounded annoyed, "Stop bothering me..." 

Nora Alstreim's beautiful purple pupils shook before the whites of her eyes became moist. However, she instantly closed her eyes and lowered her head, not wanting to let the other party see her. She clenched her hand, feeling frustrated and wronged.

Four times... She had never chosen to bother about others a third time, much less the fourth time. This was the furthest she had taken to bother about someone else.

'So this is how it feels to be not taken seriously...' Nora Alstreim inwardly laughed as she recalled the times where she had ignored the plea of others.

It truly didn't feel good to be on the other side.

"See?"

On the top floor, Princess Isabella gestured with her hand at the projection in a knowing manner. She felt that Davis was too skeptical to think his father was involved in secret affairs like that.

In this one and half a week, she had gone out three times. At first, she made it look like she had sneaked out by herself, only to be found out by the Protector in the end. They planned and made it look like she was a mischievous character. Furthermore, it also created an uproar as Princess Isabella entered a danger zone that was designed for Sixth Stage Cultivators and accidentally destroyed it while trying to escape.

Everyone possessed shocked and agape expressions, but once they recalled that the young Conferred Queen was an Eighth Stage Expert, they were able to accept the outcome. Furthermore, no one said anything about the destruction as it wasn't worth offending the Conferred Queen for a mere artificial danger zone.

Then for the second time, she was accompanied by Claire, and this time, she was accompanied by Logan. However, once they returned to the Purple Guest Palace, they separated and entered the top floor and the floor below, respectively.

Looks like once they separated, Nora Alstreim arrived at the entrance of the seventeenth floor as she stopped Logan and pestered him for a battle.

"Heh! Just keep looking..." Davis uttered.

However, Princess Isabella didn't look back at the projection and instead stared at Davis in a judgemental light as if this sort of peeking into other's business wasn't amusing and is in bad taste.

Davis cast one look at her and knew that she was thinking.

"Are you not convinced by my thoughts? If it were just a battle, all Nora Alstreim had to do was issue him a challenge publically as the Young Mistress of the Alstreim Family. She truly has no need to ask for his permission to issue him a challenge personally."

Princess Isabella's eyes lit up as she felt that his reasoning made sense, but she also considered, "Perhaps, she didn't want to be shameless and wanted your father to accept the revenge battle on fair terms?"

Davis thought for a second before he nodded, "You have a point."

Both curiously cast a look back at the projection in doubt while Davis suddenly felt something was wrong with how he viewed the situation.

There was a projection, a screen, and they were viewers in a sense.

Could this be considered as watching TV drama with his girlfriend?