Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

So, the key here must be the person backing the Warren Family. With this in mind, she asked, "Do you know who’s backing the Warren Family?"

Hearing Celeste Grant’s question, the Third Elder standing before her spoke, "To answer your question, My Lady, the person behind the Warren Family hasn’t shown their face for the past month. However, many people saw her during her first appearance. According to intelligence gathered by our disciples from the Demonic Domain, the person backing the Warren Family is from Empyria."

Celeste Grant froze at her words.

"From Empyria?"

"Yes, My Lady." The Third Elder gave a slight nod and said softly, "The one from Empyria is a woman who transformed from a Golden Crow. She seems to be a princess of the Golden Crow Clan, so her status is quite high. I believe this information is likely true, which would explain why a power like Sancthelm is willing to do her bidding."

Hearing the Third Elder’s words, Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow in surprise. After a brief pause, she said, "You’re saying the person behind the Warren Family is from Empyria, and a princess of the Golden Crow Clan?"

’What a coincidence.’

She was no longer a stranger to the term ’Golden Crow.’ Just a month ago, on the day of her daughter’s first full moon celebration, Javier Sinclair had mentioned it. He’d said he sensed the aura of a Golden Crow. So, this must be the one he was talking about.

The Third Elder standing before her nodded slightly. She glanced up at Celeste Grant and said, "Yes, My Lady. That is the information we’ve gathered. We just don’t know what this woman is planning."

’What is she planning?’ Celeste Grant truly had no idea. After all, she didn’t know this person and had no connection whatsoever to Empyria. And given her current status as the Demon God’s wife, she never would.

Celeste Grant didn’t particularly care what the woman was planning, as long as it wasn’t directed at her. What did bother her, however, was that this princess of the Golden Crow Clan was now siding with Eve Warren. That was not good. Eve Warren wanted her dead, and Celeste had no intention of letting her off the hook. This meant a confrontation with the princess was now unavoidable.

Just as Celeste Grant was mulling this over, the Third Elder touched her head, her face lighting up as if she’d just remembered something. "Oh, right, My Lady! Here is what the woman looked like when she appeared."

As she spoke, the Third Elder produced a Jade Token and tapped it lightly with her finger. The token immediately lit up, and a holographic image appeared in the air before her.

Celeste Grant looked up. The image showed a Three-legged Golden Crow, wreathed in flames, flying slowly through the air. Then, the Golden Crow transformed, and a human figure materialized in its place.

When she got a clear look at the woman, Celeste Grant’s pupils contracted, and she narrowed her eyes.

’The person in the image is Jocelyn Grant. There’s no mistaking that face.’

A soft scoff escaped her lips.

"Heh. Jocelyn Grant."

’It’s been a while.’

Celeste Grant had thought that if she ever saw Jocelyn Grant again, she would fly into a rage, or be in such disbelief she’d question reality. But at this moment, she felt none of that.

Seeing her again, Celeste Grant wasn’t surprised at all. She’d had a premonition that Jocelyn Grant might not be dead. And look, her gut feeling had been right. She wasn’t dead—in fact, she was alive and well. So, upon seeing Jocelyn Grant now, she felt surprisingly calm. A deathly sort of calm.

"Jocelyn Grant... Heh. Of course you’re not dead."

After the initial calm, however, came the annoyance.

’Dammit.’

At that moment, a single thought came to Celeste Grant’s mind.

’She’s so hard to kill.’

Her Divine Soul had been utterly destroyed—she should have been completely dead, yet here she was, alive again. And not just alive, but with a new, formidable identity. At this, she let out a cold laugh. "This is never-ending!"

’If this were a novel, the readers would be furious. How has she not been killed off yet? She’s still out here causing trouble.’

The recording ended there, with Jocelyn Grant’s figure frozen in mid-air. Celeste Grant stared at her face, gritting her teeth. She let out a soft "Pah!" and couldn’t help muttering, "You damn Fifi, you have no shame. Switching to your main account at the first sign of trouble."

Even Celeste Grant hadn’t expected Jocelyn Grant to have an identity like this. As the princess of the Golden Crow Clan, her father must be a Divine Monarch of Empyria. ’Great. Now she’s learned to play the nepotism card.’

’If I didn’t know why she came to this realm before, I certainly do now. She’s recovered her ’main account,’ reclaimed her identity, and now has Empyria backing her. She must be here to take revenge on her old enemies. That’s right, I’m her enemy. She’s here to avenge her past humiliation. I can’t even blame her; I’d do the same thing in her shoes.’

’No wonder she came to this realm. She came for me.’

Celeste Grant was silent.

She didn’t know whether she should be happy, or just plain delighted.

’No wonder the first thing she did after descending into the Immortal Domain was to meet with that woman, Eve Warren. She was her mother in the Lower Realm. So the two of them are going to gang up and try to kill me, is that it?’

The Third Elder, standing opposite Celeste Grant, took in her speechless expression. She had also heard Celeste call out the woman’s name.

Silas Reed was a little surprised. She probably hadn’t expected their lady, who had ascended from the Lower Realm, to know this Crow Princess from Empyria. Bah, no, the Sun-Crow Princess. ’Whatever, it’s all the same,’ she thought.

’But... it doesn’t look like they’re on good terms.’

Her curiosity piqued, she couldn’t help but ask, "My Lady, you know this Crow Princess—bah... this Sun-Crow Princess from Empyria?" She kept misspeaking mainly because, to her, the Golden Crow looked pretty much the same as a regular crow.

Celeste Grant threw up her hands in a helpless gesture. She nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I know her."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on Jocelyn Grant’s face in the image. "I don’t just know her," she added. "We’re old acquaintances."

The Third Elder raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is this Crow Princess your enemy, My Lady?" she asked in a low voice.

Celeste Grant nodded. "She is. She’s the Jocelyn Grant I told you about—Eve Warren’s daughter from the Lower Realm. Eve Warren sent a clone down to the Lower Realm to kill me because I killed her daughter, but we ended up killing the clone instead. And now, mother and daughter are reunited. Jocelyn Grant has even become one of the Celestria, and a princess of the Golden Crow Clan, no less."

She was surprised, yes, but not afraid. If it was a battle of backgrounds, Jocelyn had the Celestria and Empyria behind her. But Celeste had the Demon Realm, so she had nothing to fear.

’However, since Jocelyn Grant is a princess of the Golden Crow Clan, she must have existed for a very long time. Her Cultivation in this identity must be extremely high. At this rate, my current Cultivation level is definitely no match for hers.’

She frowned at the thought.

’Looks like I can’t go anywhere alone from now on, just to be safe.’