Chapter 330 Seven Catastrophes Monarchs_2

The two sides remained silent for a moment.

Camilla ultimately couldn't bear to watch the elderly person kneeling on the ground for so long and spoke up, "Senior, please stand up."

The old woman seemed entrenched in a particular mindset, stubbornly insisting, "This old servant is but a mere remnant soul guarding the Ancestral Tomb, unworthy of such treatment from Your Majesty... "

Leonard Churchill: "..."

Tracy Garcia: "..."

Camilla: "..."

The three of them collectively fell silent.

Viewing the courtly etiquette from three thousand years ago through the lens of the Federation Era was truly somewhat incomprehensible.

The old woman not only looked like a zombie that had crawled out of a grave, but her thoughts also reeked of decay. Yet her three-thousand-year dedication to her duty alone was enough to command the trio's solemn respect.