"Ice Holy Goddess?" Mery suddenly asked curiously as she hugged Petunia tightly, the powerful aura emanating from the sword seemed to question what kind of being could wield it, and that was precisely why everyone's attention was drawn not to the sword but to the wielder.

"She was a close friend of mine, I don't even know where she is now." When Admon said these words, everyone could almost hear the sound of sadness emanating from Admon. Admon really only had a dozen beings he could count as friends in this life. Each of them were godlike beings. Ice Holy Goddess was one of them.

"What was she like?" As soon as Petunia asked the question everyone was curious about, Admon chuckled a little and started to speak:

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