[Urban] The Ruthless God's Romantic History (Complete) - 16-18

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Chapter Two: The Imperial Duel 1

After the "Cafeteria Incident," I decided to bide my time and spent all my time in the library. The girls were all busy with their studies, and their strength was steadily increasing. What puzzled me was that Marquis Martin remained inactive, which made me somewhat bored. Just as I was feeling utterly listless, the impatient Marquis Martin finally made his move.

That day, as usual, I was in the library when I suddenly heard Melina summon me using "telepathy," saying she had something important to discuss with me in the "Dean's Office." This was the first time they had used "telepathy" to summon me, clearly indicating something unusual had happened. A moment later, I appeared beside Melina, who was standing outside the "Dean's Office." What surprised me first was that two fully armed soldiers stood on either side of the "Dean's Office" door, both clad in high-level armor, faintly radiating magical energy.

I pushed open the door and went inside, where I saw someone sitting facing the Dean, turning around only after hearing the door open. He was a young man in his early twenties, tall and imposing, clad in silver-white armor, with an exceptionally handsome young face. As I looked at him, his emerald green eyes flashed with arrogance as he also glanced at me: "Are you Will Randy?"

"Yes," I replied calmly. "What brings you here?" "

I am Viscount Esda Sprol, the vice-commander of the Royal Knights. I simply wish to have you sign this." He handed me a piece of paper. I picked it up and glanced at it; the words "Death Contract" were prominently displayed, and his signature was already at the bottom.

"This is—" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Let me be frank," Esda said with a forced smile. "Ever since defeating Baron Abel Martin, I have wished to spar with you. However, swords have no eyes, and death is inevitable, so I would like to draw up a written agreement first."

"No problem," I readily agreed, picking up the pen and signing my name. He was so pleased with my quick agreement that he almost laughed out loud. The way he looked at me was like looking at a dead man; I couldn't understand why he was so confident in killing me. Esda laughed loudly and said, "Good, as expected of the enemy I, Esda, chose. Decisive enough."

"Time? Place?" "Nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, the Royal Arena." Esda said to me, "Will, I'll be waiting for you at the arena." He then turned and bowed to Dean Dante, saying, "Dean Dante, I apologize for disturbing you. I have official business to attend to, so I'll take my leave." He then walked out, followed by two soldiers.

As soon as Esda left, Melina came in and whispered, "Will, are you really going to duel this guy?"

I laughed, "What, are you afraid I'll lose?"

Melina shook her head and said, "It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark."

Dean Dante's expression was also somewhat grave. He said, "Esda's strength is indeed above Abel's, but only by a limited margin. However, his expression and actions just now were very strange, as if he had already won against you."

"I'll meet force with force, and I'll deal with water with water. Those who come with ill intentions don't come with good intentions. If there were no conspiracy, how would they dare to challenge me to a duel?" I laughed and said, "Trying to ambush me won't be that easy."

"But you should still be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you." Dean Dante's words were true.

"Thank you for your kind words, I'll definitely be fine." I pulled Melina out of the dean's office. Melina still seemed a little worried. I chuckled, "What's wrong? Is such a small person worth worrying about?"

"I have a feeling there's more to this than

meets the eye," Melina said, frowning. "Alright, Nana, don't worry, your husband isn't someone to be trifled with." Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I whispered in Melina's ear. Melina jumped back in surprise, muttering, "Will, be careful someone sees us."

"Okay then, go find Sister Yalan. I'll head home later if I'm free, you don't need to wait for me." After parting ways with Melina, I wandered around the academy for a while before heading home. As soon as I entered the Earl's mansion, Uncle Dart greeted me anxiously. "Ville, why are you back so early? I was just about to look for you!"

"Oh, Uncle Dart, what is it?" I had already guessed he was going to talk about Esda, and sure enough, Uncle Dart asked, "Has someone named Esda come looking for you?"

"Uncle Dart, you mean Viscount Esda Sprol, the vice-commander of the Royal Knights?" I asked casually.

"You've already agreed to a duel with him?" Uncle Dart had clearly picked up on my words.

"How could I refuse?" I said nonchalantly, "Uncle Dart, this guy isn't so scary, is he?"

"Of course I know Esda is only slightly stronger than Abel, but there's a conspiracy involved..." Uncle Dart paused, then continued, "You might not know, but this duel has His Majesty the King's approval." The "Royal Knights" are ostensibly under the control of Prince Beirut, but the vice-commander, Esda, is Marquis Martin's man. This duel is far more than just a duel. I'm certain that Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin have reached some kind of deal, and it's because of their support that the King had no choice but to agree. In other words, both Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin want you dead, which is why they've reached an unprecedented agreement on this matter.

I wasn't too surprised by what Uncle Dart said. It's not uncommon for political rivals to occasionally cooperate against a common enemy for their own interests; everything is driven by self-interest. Just like now, the two factions have come together to deal with me, but once I'm eliminated, they'll be back to their life-or-death struggle. That's how political struggles are; they'll use any despicable means. I looked at Uncle Dart and said, "Uncle Dart, there's nothing to worry about. I expected this outcome, but I didn't expect them to be so slow. It's been so boring these past two weeks." “

Will, are you really not worried at all?” Uncle Dart asked somewhat anxiously.

“What’s coming will come, there’s no escaping it. I know without a doubt the enemy will use despicable means, but as long as I’m careful, their schemes won’t succeed. Uncle Dart, just relax. By the way, if there’s a betting pool, just bet on me to win, and I guarantee you’ll win money. It’s a great opportunity to make a fortune!” I joked with Uncle Dart.

“You rascal, acting like nothing’s wrong, I’m really impressed,” Uncle Dart said. “Then I’ll really bet on you to win. If I lose, you’ll have to compensate me for my losses.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t lose.” "Honestly, he should be the one encouraging me, but instead I'm the one telling him not to worry. I really don't know who's going to duel.

After chatting with Uncle Dart for an hour, Mel and the others returned. The women naturally already knew about the duel, but thankfully, they only told me to be careful and didn't seem particularly worried. That put me at ease, otherwise I would have had to reassure them. After dinner, I chatted with the women for a while before returning to my room and relaxing on the bed. Just as I was thinking about who would keep me company that night, the door suddenly rang softly.

"The door isn't locked, please come in." I lay on the bed, wondering who else would need to knock to enter, but when a figure pushed open the door and walked in, I was stunned: "Princess Lapis, what are you doing here?" Why would she find this place at this hour? This is extremely unusual.

"What brings you here so late?" I got out of bed and stood in front of her.

"Will... I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this." "Lapis said to me with her head down."

“But you didn’t implicate me in anything, so why are you apologizing?” I said, surprised. “Is it about the duel with Esda? That wasn’t your fault.” Although she was somewhat involved in getting involved with Prince Beirut, the main reason wasn’t because of her.

“It’s not just that, but also the attack you were attacked last time,” Lapis continued, looking up at me with apologetic eyes.

“Did Mel and the others tell you? Then there’s even less need to apologize. It had nothing to do with you.” Although I suspected it might have been someone sent by Prince Beirut, I hadn’t been able to confirm it.

“Do you remember when you saved me last time? That’s what caused all this,” Lapis said. “Perhaps you’re wondering why I, a princess, would fight a magical beast to the death. Just half a month ago, the current Prime Minister, Marquis Martin, suddenly proposed marriage to my father, asking him to betroth me to his son, Abel. Originally, my father wanted to consult me before making a decision, but my second brother, contrary to his usual behavior, spoke well of the Martin family, who have always been at odds with him, and repeatedly pushed for this. My father also greatly admired Abel, so he agreed on the spot.”

“But I’ve always disliked that guy, and when I learned about this, I strongly opposed it. But my father said that once a decision is made, it absolutely cannot be changed, so we argued. Just then, my second brother suddenly proposed that if I could pass the ‘Royal Trial,’ I could decide the marriage myself.” "Because there's an unwritten rule in our Mosby royal family: whether you're a prince or a princess, if you can defeat a mid-level magical beast with your own strength, you pass the 'Royal Trial,' meaning you've officially grown up and can make your own decisions. Even leaving the royal family won't be objected to. I was in a hurry at the time and agreed without saying a word. Later I found out it was just a means for my second brother to get rid of me."

"What? Your second brother actually wants to kill you? How is that possible?" Although I thought that Prince Beirut might do something detrimental to Lapis in the future in order to seize the throne, at least for now Lapis doesn't pose a threat. Why would he take such a risky action? "

My eldest brother and I were born to our deceased mother, the former queen, while my second brother was born to my father and a palace maid after he was drunk. In addition, my second brother is gloomy and unpopular, and my father doesn't like him very much. Later, my eldest brother ran away, and my father intended to pass the throne to me. Actually, I don't want to inherit any throne." But my second brother saw me as a thorn in his side because of this and tried every means to get rid of me. He had long known that I would not agree to marry Abel, and deliberately facilitated this marriage. Afterwards, he suggested that I take the "Royal Trial ." He had tested my strength before and knew that I could not defeat a magical beast of this level. He wanted to use the "hand" of the magical beast to get rid of me. Originally, I was bound to die, but then I met you..."

Lapis said, glancing up at me, her face slightly flushed, and continued, "It's because you saved me and hindered his plans that he wanted to get rid of you as soon as possible. The 'Shadows' who attacked you last time were sent by him. In the capital, only the 'Shadow Ninjas' led by my second brother have the skill of invisibility. It's all because of me. If you hadn't saved me, you wouldn't have suffered such danger." As she said this, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Lapis, don't blame yourself too much. Actually, anyone would have stepped forward to save you in that situation. Besides, aren't we friends?" "I patted her shoulder and said.

"No, you're different from them." Lapis said urgently, "Will, promise me you won't go to the duel, okay? Second Brother and Marquis Martin have already plotted to kill you, and I heard that he even lent a royal treasure to Esda, supposedly specifically to counter you. If you go, you'll surely die, and if you die, I...I..." She didn't finish her sentence, but tears fell. Her eyes were so familiar, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Lapis, I'm sorry, I can't go back on my promise, even if it means death," I said apologetically.

"No...I don't want you to die...I don't want..." Lapis suddenly hugged me, buried her head in my chest, and said incoherently, "We can go together, leave this place together, go far away."

"We?" "Lapis, you..." I never expected Lapis to be so bold as to say such things.

"Will, I love you. I've liked you ever since you first saved me. Please don't leave me, okay?" Lapis hugged me tightly and whispered. I was stunned that this princess, who usually blushed so easily, would say such things.

After a long while, I said, "Lapis, I will leave here sooner or later. Besides, I already have Mel and the others. With your qualities, you can definitely find someone better than me." To be honest, of course I liked Lapis. But I was afraid that she was just acting on impulse and would regret it later, so I reminded her.

"In my heart, you are the best. I don't care who you are. I just need to know that I love you. Since you can have Mel, Kelly, and Claire at the same time, why can't you have me too? As long as you have me in your heart, I won't ask for too much." "Lapis said emotionally, her body trembling slightly with excitement. I never expected that this princess, whom I had only met a few times, would be so devoted to me. I was deeply moved. Could this be what they call 'fate'? When 'fate' arrives, no one can stop it.

I hugged her back, kissed her forehead, and said, 'Lapis, I love you too. Believe me, I will be alright.' Lapis looked up at me excitedly, her face full of joy and affection: 'Vell, I believe you.'

I kissed her tenderly, using the tip of my tongue to part her soft lips, and then parted her tongue to meet hers. Our tongues intertwined in our mouths, but I gradually became dissatisfied with just our tongues entwining. My hand slipped inside her collar, slowly caressing her proud breasts, kissing her lips, her eyes, and her beautiful neck." My heart yearned for beauty, devoid of any lustful thoughts. I brought her into that natural sky, free to indulge, for it was merely a need of the soul. When our lips parted, Lapis's eyes were already glazed, her body soft and yielding, her breath coming in soft gasps as she nestled against my chest.

"Lapis, do you like the necklace I gave you?" I asked, noticing the necklace she wore.

"Yes, why did you let Dora lie to us?" Lapis said with a slight reproach, clearly Dora had told them the whole truth.

I pulled the beauty in my arms closer, saying, "I was afraid you wouldn't accept it. You and Xue Ni'er were both saved by me last time; it's hard to say if you'll be so lucky next time. Since I'm your friend, of course I care about your safety."

"Just a friend?" Women are all the same, whether you're a princess or a country girl, they're all so petty.

"Of course not now." I smiled and kissed Lapis, who blushed and buried her face in my chest. Suddenly, she looked up again and asked, "Then will you treat Xue Ni'er the same way you treat me?"

"Well... that's hard to say. That girl, I really don't dare to mess with her," I said with a smile.

"Actually, don't be fooled by Xue Ni'er's words. She actually admires you quite a bit. I think she's fallen for you," Lapis said, looking up at me.

"You two are really good sisters, aren't you? Are you even going to share your husband?" I laughed and flicked Lapis's nose. "Otherwise, why are you in such a hurry to sell me to her?"

"We're best friends who can talk about anything. Who told us to fall for you, you big lecher?" Lapis said playfully.

"Good sister, do you know how tempting that phrase is to a man? Aren't you afraid that I, this big lecher, will do something bad?" I said, biting Lapis's ear.

Lapis's face flushed crimson as she whispered, "I don't want to be your older sister. I like it when you call me by my name." Her voice suddenly softened, "Go ahead and be naughty..." She closed her eyes tightly, looking utterly surrendering. Unfortunately, the time, the place, and my current mood were not suitable for plucking this flower.

I whispered in Lapis's ear, "How about after the duel? If I lose, I don't deserve you. Since I promised to come back alive, I will definitely keep my promise." Lapis nodded shyly in my arms. The reason she came to me today was actually with the intention of offering herself—naturally, because she was worried I would die in the duel and lose the chance to confess my feelings. But to be honest, rejecting such a beautiful woman's offer of her bed required considerable willpower.

"Lapis, let me take you home," I said to Lapis, noticing the darkness outside.

"Okay," Lapis replied obediently, her blush still lingering.

After escorting Lapis to the palace gate, she kissed me again before entering. Only after she had gone some distance did I turn and leave. Walking along the quiet street, I thought to myself, "I really have a way with women. I've captured Princess Lapis's heart so quickly. At this rate, I'll truly become a 'beauty collector.' But I like it this way, hehe."

Just as I was enjoying my thoughts, I felt an incredibly powerful aura surge towards me from behind. I instantly moved aside, avoiding its impact. I turned around and saw a handsome middle-aged man standing before me, dressed in white, with blond hair, holding a long sword, like a war god descended to earth. Seeing this ominous and sinister man, I politely asked, "Who are you? Do you need something?"

"Draw your sword," he said coldly.

"What?" "Oh, so you want to spar with me? I'm just a magician, I'll use magic to test your skills." I said with a smile, but I dared not relax for a moment.

"Draw your sword, or you will regret it." He repeated his words.

"Are you so confident in dealing with my magic? Then let's try." On the surface, I was a little angry at his arrogance, but it was just an act. Before knowing the other party's strength, I naturally couldn't reveal my full strength. Especially if he was sent by the Second Prince Beirut or Marquis Martin, I couldn't show my true strength.

I casually launched five fireballs. Although it was just a probing attack, it was not something an ordinary person could dodge. He stood still and quickly slashed with his sword. The five fireballs were almost simultaneously cleaved in two and flew in all directions, blasting many shallow craters into the ground. I secretly praised, "What a fast sword." From his attack just now, I knew that this person had reached the strength of a "Great Swordsman".

"How about trying this move again?" I unleashed an even more powerful "Flame Bullet," followed by two lightning balls, flanking him from three sides. He remained rooted to the spot, casually unleashing three sword strikes that neutralized my magic once more. Just as I had predicted, the two lightning balls were manageable, but the "Flame Bullet" was far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary swordsman. Even someone with the strength of a sword master wouldn't handle it so easily, so this person's strength was definitely at the "Grand Swordsman" level.

I decided to test him again. With a wave of my hand, a fireball a meter in diameter formed in front of me—the composite magic "Flame Lightning." Driven by my will, it hurtled towards him at incredible speed. Given the fireball's "explosive upon contact" characteristic, I believed he wouldn't dare to try and cleave it head-on with his sword. However, just as my "Flaming Lightning" was about to strike him, he suddenly raised his sword and drew several circles at incredible angles. The airflow in front of him immediately changed, forming a high-speed spinning vortex that seemed to distort even the surrounding space.

"Reverse the universe!" he shouted. My "Flaming Lightning" stopped upon contact with the vortex, spinning rapidly in place. Then, it changed direction and flew towards me. His reaction was quite fast. I casually set up a barrier in front of me to block the "Flaming Lightning," but the powerful explosion blasted a large crater in the ground in front of me.

"What a powerful move!" I exclaimed, drawing my "Unnamed Sword" from my back and assuming a common swordsman's stance. At the same time, I felt his battle aura rapidly increasing, his entire body enveloped in a purple aura shield, its powerful aura truly terrifying. I didn't attack immediately, coldly saying, "Did the Second Prince send you to kill me?"

"The Second Prince? He's not qualified to order me around," he replied with a cold laugh.

"Didn't you come here to kill me?" I asked, somewhat surprised by his actions.

"Then we'll see what you're capable of. If you're just a good-for-nothing, I'll kill you without hesitation," he said coldly, his tone extremely stern.

"Does this guy just want to test my swordsmanship? But why did he specifically choose me?" I wondered to myself, but said aloud, "Attention, I'm attacking." Deep blue battle aura emanated from my body, enveloping me. Now that I knew my opponent's strength, I wanted to give him the impression that I wasn't much weaker than him. His battle aura was purple, while mine was deep blue, slightly weaker than his. The surrounding air was also stirred up by my battle aura, forming a powerful airflow that pushed the sand beneath my feet outwards, creating a circle on the ground centered on me.

"Not bad, I didn't expect your internal energy cultivation to be so high. It seems her worries were somewhat unnecessary," the white-robed man said. "However, this alone proves nothing. Take this!" Before he finished speaking, he charged towards me with overwhelming force. His sword arrived before he did. Although it appeared to be just an ordinary horizontal slash, it contained the aura of a king who could swallow mountains and shake rivers.

I had no chance to ask who this "she" he spoke of was. I quickly condensed my fighting spirit into the sword, and the entire sword was immediately enveloped in a blue light. I became one with the sword, flying towards him like a shooting star. Although I deliberately held back my strength, even so, this move still had unparalleled power, making it impossible to avoid. It was as if I had ripped a crack in the night sky.

"Peerless Slash!" This time, he didn't dodge. Instead, he rose from the ground, gripped the sword with both hands, and unleashed his ultimate move to meet me. The movements were incredibly swift; to the average person, only a golden light shot from the ground into the air. With a "clang," the two swords clashed, producing little sound, but the energy released from the impact radiated outwards in all directions, eventually forming an energy ball four or five meters in diameter that enveloped us both. Had we not both been protected by our battle aura, we would likely have been injured by the intense heat. For a moment, we were locked in a stalemate in mid-air, appearing from a distance like two shockwaves, one golden and one silver, colliding in the night sky, unleashing astonishing energy.

Due to my superior position, I finally forced him to the ground. Under my powerful impact, he slid backward more than ten steps before regaining his footing, dragging a long crater into the hard ground. Finally, I also landed on the ground, but our swords remained glued together, locked in a stalemate. He said coldly, "Your momentum is exhausted, like a spent arrow. Can you still stop me?" Without giving me a chance to think, he charged at me again, almost twice as fast as before.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang," the two swords clashed dozens of times in an instant. I was completely blocked by him, and he immediately changed his sword moves, launching a series of rapid attacks. But after parrying a few of his moves, I suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity. His sword moves were remarkably similar to those used by Lapis that day, and even more refined. Many of the follow-up moves and subtle techniques that Lapis couldn't execute due to insufficient internal energy were displayed to their fullest extent in his hands. If Lapis's moves demonstrated gentleness and skill, then this white-clad man possessed a gentleness that contained fierceness, skill that contained composure. Every move seemed like a feint, but behind each feint lay countless solid follow-up moves, leaving the opponent no room for carelessness. It was truly a combination of feint and reality, ever-changing and exquisitely crafted.

"Watch out," he shouted, and with a light leap, he stopped five or six meters in mid-air. Immediately afterward, he wielded his sword with one hand, making several quick, almost imperceptible, swift, and graceful movements in front of him. This all happened in a split second; the next moment, he swooped down on me, unleashing hundreds of sword energies simultaneously, none of them slashing, appearing to me like a light drizzle.

In an instant, I moved forward like lightning, then sprang up, landing above his head. With a flick of my sword, "Unnamed," a sharp whistling sound rang out again. "Unnamed" created a swirling vortex, piercing through his sword energy and flashing out a dozen or so sword blossoms aimed at his head, neck, and chest. The two swords clashed again, bursting into brilliant sparks and producing a crisp, metallic clang. Our figures intertwined and separated, our speed increasing, our swordplay becoming more and more frantic. The arena seemed to have lost its physical form; countless afterimages spiraled and merged, the surrounding air drawn by our rapidly spinning sword energy, forming a swirling hurricane around us.

After what seemed like an eternity, everything suddenly fell silent. We stood facing each other on the street, my clothes torn in several places by sword energy—a deliberate act, of course. He stared blankly at the punctured fabric of his clothes and a small wound on his arm inflicted by the "Nameless" technique, seemingly unwilling to continue his attack. After a long while, he finally turned his gaze to me, saying with a hint of disappointment, "Over the years, you are one of the few who can withstand my sword for so long, and you are the first to have wounded me." He added, "Your strength is no less than mine, exceeding my expectations. It seems she worried for nothing."

"Who is she?" I suddenly thought of that familiar sword technique. "Could it be Lapis? Are you her master?"

“You could say that, but actually I’m her elder brother, Prince Carlo.” He gazed ahead, a deep sorrow in his eyes. “You must be wondering why I abandoned the throne and left. It was for a girl, a girl whose entire family was murdered because of me by my father’s men. Now I have no connection with the Mosby royal family. The only thing I cherish here is Lapis. Apart from secretly returning to visit her every year, I spend the rest of my time hidden in the mountains, keeping company with my sword.” So he was a man tormented by love. Although he didn’t elaborate, I could guess that it must have been King Mosby’s disapproval of their relationship that led to the tragedy.

“So, do you know that Lapis is in danger?” To avoid his painful past, I shifted the topic to Princess Lapis.

“How could I not know? If I hadn’t secretly taught her many sword techniques and self-defense skills over the years, she would probably have been killed by my second brother long ago,” Carlo replied, his voice tinged with anger. Perhaps he was also deeply dissatisfied with his treacherous and ruthless brother.

“However…” He gave me a deep look and continued, “I shouldn’t have to worry about her anymore. She has found someone she can rely on, hasn’t she?”

“I will protect her well. I will not let anyone I love be harmed,” I said firmly.

“I hope you will always remember this promise. I’m leaving,” Carlo said. “Remember, don’t tell anyone about what happened today.” With that, he vanished in a flash, as if he had used teleportation magic. But I knew it wasn’t spatial magic; it was the effect of his incredible speed.

To avoid the women seeing the holes in my clothes, I used spatial magic to return to my room, changed my clothes, and then came to the hall. Sure enough, all the women were there. Seeing me come out of the room, Melina giggled, "Will, why didn't you even use the front door?"

I smiled but didn't answer, instead asking, "Why aren't you all asleep yet?"

"Waiting for you to come back," Dora said with a smile, "Congratulations on winning another girl's heart."

Claire chided, "Will, you made me lose the bet! Why did you let the princess go?"

Mel added, "Yeah, Princess Lapis was clearly offering herself up, how could you let her go?"

I asked curiously, "What did you bet on?"

Claire blushed and said, "I won't tell you." What strange women, actually betting on something like this for no reason. I was too lazy to find out what they were betting on, so I yawned and said, "I'm going back to sleep, you all go to sleep too." With that, I went back to my room, and Rebecca followed me in.

"Will's acting strangely," Dora said, frowning.

“Something must have happened. When Will came out of his room just now, he even changed his clothes.” Lilia was very observant; she hadn’t even noticed me changing clothes.

“Yes, no wonder he didn’t use the front door and went straight back to his room with teleportation magic. So he was changing clothes.” Eileen said knowingly. Kelly

asked Melina, “Sister Nana, do you think Will might be hiding something from us?” Kelly should have called Melina “Auntie” or “Auntie”, but because of me, all the women except Lilia now call her “Sister Nana.” Melina

smiled and said, “If he wanted to tell us, he already did. If he doesn’t want to tell us, he won’t tell us even if we ask. We should have faith in Will. If he doesn’t tell us, it means either we don’t need to know or he can’t let us know. In short, if he thinks it’s necessary to tell us, he will definitely tell us.”

“Well, since he doesn’t want to tell us, we don’t need to worry about it. Eileen, do you want to sleep with me tonight?” Kelly asked Eileen with a smile.

“Okay, let’s go to sleep then.” Eileen and Kelly went upstairs hand in hand to sleep. The other women thought for a while and agreed with Melina’s suggestion, so they all went upstairs to sleep, except for Dora and Sistine who had to keep

watch at night. As for me, with Rebecca by my side, it certainly wasn’t just a simple sleep. “Young master, let Rebecca help you undress.” Rebecca walked to my side, smiled charmingly, and began to act. My gaze passed through the loose collar of her robe and fell on Rebecca’s smooth, creamy breasts as she bent over to undress me, igniting my desire. As Rebecca’s slender hands slowly roamed over my completely naked skin, I finally couldn’t resist pulling this beautiful woman into my arms, greedily kissing her fragrant lips, while my large hands also invaded Rebecca’s robe, wantonly caressing her full and alluring body. Rebecca let out alluring breaths and moans, kissing me passionately as she gestured for me to pick her up.

With a soft rustling sound, Rebecca's robe slid down like a cloud, revealing her completely naked body. Her perfect curves, dazzlingly white skin, and beautiful, alluring form were offered to my eyes without reservation. At her shy prompting, I lifted her naked body and we entered the bath together. Rebecca began to carefully wash every inch of my skin.

A familiar feeling surged within me; Rebecca's delicate hands sent jolts of electricity through my skin, making me feel the deep affection this stunning beauty held for me. My burning desire was unstoppable. I laid Rebecca down on the poolside lounge chair, parted her flawless legs, and pressed my fiery erection against her, finally uniting our naked bodies as one.

Rebecca clung tightly to my neck, offering all the passion and strength she could muster, moaning softly beneath me. Before me were Rebecca's watery eyes, and I held her full hips tightly, feeling the smooth, soft touch in my hands. My desire was completely ignited. I moved wildly, my savage assault turning Rebecca's moans into screams.

"Ah...that's it...harder...more rougher...ah...Rebecca loves you so much...Young Master...again..." Rebecca's entire body was limp like a ball of cotton, glistening beads of sweat seeping from her snow-white skin. I, on the other hand, was driven to madness by the thrill of conquest, kneading Rebecca's full breasts forcefully. I gasped for breath, feeling my erect desire as if I were in a fiery furnace, being relentlessly manipulated by hundreds of elastic rings.

Opening my eyes, all my senses returned instantly, and I found myself still naked on top of a soft, fragrant body. Rebecca's breathing was no longer rapid. Meeting my gaze, the little girl smiled, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she said in a sweet, seductive voice, "Young Master, are you satisfied?"

"No." I deliberately put on a stern face, and the little girl's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. I thawed instantly, unable to resist seizing Rebecca's fragrant lips again and kissing her passionately: "I won't be satisfied so quickly!"

"You're so naughty...hehe...Young Master...so greedy...mmm..." Rebecca's voice was muffled, and the bedroom once again became filled with boundless spring. I felt Rebecca's honeypot begin to contract, squeeze, and suck in waves, and my jade pestle not only became hotter and harder, but also became larger in size. I released her breasts, which had been squeezed out of shape, and used both hands to firmly spread her two plump, white buttocks, and thrust my jade pestle into the depths of her honeypot with all my might. Each penetration just reached the tender core of the girl's flower, and the jade pestle struck the tender flesh of the flower core, the tip touching only the warm, soft, and smooth, that tender and slippery feeling was incomparably pleasurable. Rebecca, who had been hit in her vital spot by each powerful blow, was already numb all over as if she had been melted.

"Ah...ah...Young Master...harder...your treasure is killing me...Rebecca is going to be killed by you..." Accompanied by the beautiful squelching sounds, Rebecca's wanton moans, lost in pleasure, were incessant. Under my overwhelming attack, Rebecca's defenses began to crumble. Once again, I struck her tender core hard, and the unbearable tingling pleasure caused Rebecca to finally let out a scream, unleashing her full potential, letting her slippery vaginal fluids pour out like honey. My jade pestle was suddenly doused with this oily, soft honey, and a strange, itchy sensation went straight to the core of my jade pestle. I couldn't help but shudder, and my hot life essence also gushed out. After once again falling from the peak of desire, I reluctantly left Rebecca's warm body.

"Rebecca, did you like it?" I gently stroked Rebecca's incredibly smooth waist and hip curves, who was lying on top of me like a kitten, and smiled.

"Mmm...Young Master...I like it so much...Can you hold me while I sleep...I'm so tired..." Rebecca said weakly, the intense battle had indeed left her exhausted.

"Little girl, who told you to be so stubborn? Sleep..." I kissed Rebecca's forehead and held her as we drifted off to sleep...

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ On January 25th, 7992 of the Continental Calendar, the Royal Arena in Garrison City was bustling with people, obviously because my duel with Esda was about to take place there. Many students from the "Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy" had also come to watch the battle. Dean Dante and Yalan were naturally there, and Celia, Fanny, the sisters Fiana and Vivian, the siblings Fett and Eliza, Bifiel, Bingqian, Xuezhi, Jessica, Princess Therese, and many others were all there to watch.

"Will, what do you think? Are you confident of victory?" Kelly asked with concern, linking her arm with mine at the arena entrance.

"I'm not confident of victory, but I have an 80% chance," I replied casually.

"Oh? No way!" Kelly exclaimed, "I need you to be 100% confident."

"Okay, okay, 100% is 100%," I reassured her. Sigh, that's how women are. Once they fall in love, they lose their usual composure and critical thinking. Actually, I know Esther's strength very well. Even if he gets some secret weapon, it won't harm me. The only thing I need to do is not appear too strong, lest I exceed the limits of human capabilities, which might cause unnecessary trouble. I just said I had an 80% chance of victory casually, but I didn't expect it to elicit such a strong reaction from Kelly. This is what they call "concern leads to confusion," I thought, feeling quite touched.

"Excuse me, are you young Will?" A middle-aged man in military uniform walked towards me and greeted me warmly. He was tall and straight, with slightly gaunt cheeks and a short beard. His eyes shone with a piercing light, as if he could see right through me, giving off an aura of quiet authority.

"May I ask who you are—" "Dad, what brings you here?" Xue'er suddenly appeared from the side. She had come with the students from the academy, but had disappeared upon arrival. I had just been relieved to have a moment of peace and quiet, but alas…

"Oh, you must be General Hawke. I have great respect for you." I said politely.

"Hehe, you can just call me Uncle. My precious daughter often mentions you to me." General Hawke glanced at Xue'er and smiled at me.

"Who mentioned him?" Shirley pouted, acting coquettishly. "Daddy, you still haven't told me why we came."

"Hehe, such a big event, how could I not come and see? Will Randy's name has already spread throughout the capital. If you don't believe me, look—" He pointed behind him, and the semi-circular stands opposite were already full of spectators, nobles and commoners alike, a stark contrast to the mere few dozen people a quarter of an hour ago. Some were even shouting my name. I thought it was just a duel between two people, but it had become the talk of the town. I couldn't help but smile wryly: "I didn't expect to be so famous."

"Of course," General Hawke said with a smile. "Now you've become a hero in the hearts of the common people. I also really disapprove of Martin's actions. You are all rare young people. My precious daughter's personality has become much more cheerful since she met you." General Hawke said.

"It's better not to be so cheerful." I muttered to myself, almost saying it out loud. But Shirley guessed it from my eyes and glared at me fiercely.

"His Majesty the King has arrived." Two hundred guards stood on either side, keeping the onlookers at bay. An elderly man wearing a crown walked in, accompanied by several people. To his right was Lapis, and to his left was a handsome man in his thirties, his face full of arrogance and an air of superiority.

"I didn't expect His Majesty the King to come to watch the battle. I am deeply sorry for not greeting you properly," General Hawke stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "

That old man is King Prester V," I thought to myself. "Then the man beside him, isn't that Prince Beirut, who has been trying so hard to kill me?" I couldn't help but look at him. He was also sizing me up. When his eyes met mine, he smiled at me, but I caught a glint of coldness in his eyes. I sighed inwardly, "What a sinister person." Shirley pulled me, Kelly, and the others to the front, and we all bowed to the King.

"Are you Will Randy?" King Prester V asked me. "I've heard your magic is excellent; don't disappoint me." I replied respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty." To be honest, ever since I learned about Carlo, I haven't had a very good impression of this king.

“Your Majesty.” A man in his forties, dressed as a civil official, stepped forward from behind Prester V and said loudly, “I have a suggestion, and I wonder if Your Majesty will grant it?” Prester V said, “Oh, my dear Martin, please speak.”

“So this is the powerful Marquis Martin.” I thought to myself, “I wonder what kind of suggestion he will make?”

Marquis Martin replied, “The duel between Viscount Esda and Will is a private matter between the two of them, but since there are so many spectators, many of whom are nobles, and even Your Majesty has come to watch, I believe that it would be unbecoming of our Mosby Kingdom not to offer some kind of ‘prize’, so I humbly request Your Majesty—”

“Hmm, the Prime Minister is right. I hereby declare that the winner of the duel shall be appointed as a centurion, and his title shall be increased by one rank,” Prester V said.

“As Your Majesty commands.” "Marquis Martin said, turning back to glare at me venomously. The hatred for the murder of his son was irreconcilable. He wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of me, avenge his son, and at the same time, he wanted his own people to climb higher—a two-birds-with-one-stone plan. As for Prince Beirut, if I were eliminated, Princess Lapis would be no threat. And if I won, eliminating Marquis Martin's people would also be beneficial to him—another two-birds-with-one-stone strategy. Both sides were cunning against cunning, shameless against shameless; no wonder they were so in agreement on this matter.

"Father, I think this is unfair," a voice suddenly rang out—it was Princess Lapis.

"Oh? Lapis, what do you think is unfair?" King Prester V asked.

"Father, I think Prince Randy is currently just a commoner; even if he wins, he can only be made a baron, while Esda, if he wins, can be promoted to earl. This is unjust." "So, I ask my father to grant that whoever wins will be directly promoted to earl," Lapis said calmly.

"Is that so? But there has never been a precedent in our country for a commoner being directly promoted to earl," Prester V pondered.

"But Father..." Lapis was not going to back down. In fact, she had no idea of my plan, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered with this.

"I think it should be like this: both sides compromise. If Will wins, he can be promoted to viscount. I wonder if Father thinks this is feasible?" Beirut suddenly interjected, seemingly eager to watch this decisive battle.

"Very well, it's decided then," Prester V announced. "Does anyone have any objections?" Everyone was silent. It seemed that Marquis Martin, like the second prince, thought I was doomed. Prester V said, "In that case, let's all go to the stands. It should be time for the match. What do you all think?"

"As Your Majesty commands." "Everyone answered in unison, and they all headed to their seats in the high-ranking seats on the stands. Standing in the arena, which was over thirty meters in diameter, I was a little puzzled: "Why hasn't Esda arrived yet? He challenged us to a duel, yet he's late. Does he really think he's guaranteed to win?"

"Viscount Esda Sprol has arrived." A flash of purple light appeared, and a fully armed knight rushed into the arena. It was my opponent—Esda Sprol. He wore a purple, almost transparent suit of armor, seemingly made of some kind of magic crystal, covering seventy percent of his body, gleaming with a dazzling purple light.

"Is this the royal treasure that Lapis mentioned?" I wondered to myself. "I wonder what its special function is?"

"Vill Randy, I've finally waited for this day to avenge my good friend Abel." Esda said through gritted teeth, "I will tear you to pieces in front of everyone."

"Very well, let's see if you have the ability." "I said casually. He reached for the sword at his waist: "Let's see if you can still laugh later."

"The duel begins." Before the referee finished speaking, Esda charged towards me, reaching within seven meters of me in an instant.

"Lightning Ball Combo." With a thought, eight lightning balls appeared in front of me, spinning continuously. The eight lightning balls were launched simultaneously, able to change direction in the air at will, attacking the enemy from different angles. Moreover, lightning magic is the bane of armored knights; metal is a good conductor of electricity, and the thicker the armor, the greater the damage to the person inside.

"Release." "With my shout, eight lightning orbs scattered, flying towards Esda at different angles simultaneously. He snorted coldly, raising his sword to parry the orbs, instantly unleashing six orbs that completely disintegrated them, causing them to vanish into thin air. But he was still a little too slow; the remaining two orbs circled around to his left and behind him respectively. He dodged one, but the other still struck his left rib.

"Whoosh." Contrary to expectations, the lightning orb disappeared without a trace upon contact with his armor, like raindrops falling into the ocean, as if absorbed. Esda stood there unharmed, showing no signs of being electrocuted.

"What? Your armor can absorb magical elements?" I blurted out. The "Demon-Slaying Sword" from last time wasn't much of a remarkable item, but armor that could absorb magical elements was different—this was what people usually called a "divine artifact." These magical protective gears are called "divine artifacts" because they surpass the limits of human capability and are usually left behind by gods. For me, this is certainly not difficult, but if I were to defeat him directly with magic, it would undoubtedly tell everyone that I am not "human," a result I do not wish for. That means I can only rely on martial arts to subdue him. Fortunately, while my martial arts are not as powerful as my magic, they should be sufficient to deal with him.

"Hmph, you discovered it so quickly, you're quite something," Esda said with a cold laugh. "I was planning to give you a surprise, but it seems unnecessary. With your magic ineffective, let's see how you defeat me. Prepare to die."

"Not so easy. Take another move," I snorted, quickly moving backward while chanting a spell.

"Beirut, how dare you lend the 'Blessing of the Elements' to Esda without permission," King Prester V said coldly to Prince Beirut from the stands.

"What? 'Blessing of the Elements'? Isn't that armor that can defend against all magic?" Lapis, understanding the armor's purpose from its name, though as a member of royalty she didn't believe in its existence, was forced to accept the reality. She could only say, with dissatisfaction, "Second brother, how could you do this?"

Meeting the angry gazes of his father and sister, Beirut smiled calmly and said, "Father, why are you so angry? I did this merely to increase the fun of the game, and you wouldn't want Esda to suffer any harm, would you?"

Prester V hesitated for a moment, then fell silent

. Lapis, naturally dissatisfied, said, "But Father, this isn't fair—" "Lapis, since the duel has begun, let's observe and see what happens," Prester V said. "If that young man named Will can truly win under these circumstances, I will certainly give him an important position." "Watching me in the midst of the fierce battle on the stage, Lapis was still somewhat uneasy, but she had no other options.
October 29th,

Chapter Two: Imperial Duel 2.

A sinister smile inadvertently appeared on Beirut's face: 'Any mage encountering "Elemental Blessing" is doomed. Anyone who hinders my grand plan will soon experience the terror of death.'"

In the arena, I unleashed six high-level spells at Esdar in quick succession, but they were all blocked by his strange armor. No wonder they all thought I was doomed; if I were truly a human mage, even a "Grand Magister" like Dean Dante would be powerless. Unfortunately, I am not a human mage; I am the "Lord of Chaos." After realizing this, I feigned low magic power after casting a few more high-level spells, and Esdar deliberately tore several holes in my clothes. Among the spectators, only those who knew my true nature, such as Lilia and Melina, remained calm; others who cared about me, like Celia, Fiana, and Shenier, had their palms sweating with nervousness.

"Heh heh, how's it going? Running low on magic?" Esda sneered. "Since you won't live to see today anyway, I might as well tell you. The armor I'm wearing is a divine artifact passed down through generations of the Mosby Kingdom's royal family—the Blessing of the Elements."

"What? The Blessing of the Elements?" I exclaimed in surprise. "It actually exists?" I learned the name from a book on the fifth floor of the library. The Blessing of the Elements was a legendary artifact, said to have been specially forged by the "Magic Saint Emperor" Fatal to fight against the evil Demon King. Legend has it that it received the blessing of the elemental gods and could defend against all magic. It had never truly appeared in thousands of years, so I never imagined it would fall into the hands of the Mosby royal family, and even more so, into Esda's.

"Not bad," Esda said arrogantly. "Now you understand why you're dying."

"Hmph, I won't give up until the very last moment," I said expressionlessly. In the entire universe, there is no one who can defeat me. However, to make the effect convincing, I couldn't easily defeat him; I had to at least pretend it was a very difficult task: "If you can withstand this move, I will give up." A cat will always toy with a mouse before eating it. Now, Esda thinks he's the cat and I'm the mouse, unaware that the truth is, I'm the cat and he's the mouse.

"Fine, you said it yourself. For that, I'll make your death quicker later," Esda said with a laugh. He now completely considered me a "dead man," and because of the "Blessing of the Elements," he didn't even stop me from chanting the spell. Of course, I didn't need to chant to cast the spell, but the act had to be convincing.

"Scorching Thunder and Blazing Hell." After chanting the spell, a hemisphere with a diameter of over twenty meters formed around me in the arena. Within this area, scorching thunder and raging fire filled the air, their combination causing a powerful explosion that seemed to shake the entire city of Garrison. Esda remained motionless, watching as the rolling thunder engulfed him…

In the stands, General Hawke, his face etched with worry, turned to his attendant and asked, “Lake, what do you think of the outcome of this duel?”

“General, I believe Viscount Esda has completely seized control of the situation; victory is only a matter of time,” replied an attendant sitting beside General Hawke. With the exception of a very few, the entire audience believed Esda would win.

“Roger, do you think so too?” General Hawke asked another attendant.

“Yes, that young man named Will is indeed very strong. His strength far surpasses Esda's. In terms of magical skill, there are few in the entire city of Garrison who can rival him. But he has encountered the ‘Blessing of the Elements.’ Even if he is strong, he cannot achieve victory. What do you think, General?” another attendant said.

“I don’t think so.” General Hawke shook his head and said slowly, "Although his magic was useless against 'Blessing of the Elements,' he never showed a trace of panic..." The booming sound in the arena drowned out General Hawke's voice, and everyone's attention was focused on the arena.

The explosion that lasted for nearly half a minute finally ended, and the arena, which was originally more than a meter above the ground, was now dented by two meters. If it weren't for the dozen or so mages setting up defensive barriers around the arena at the same time, even the people in the stands would probably have been injured by the flying debris. The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing Esdar's figure. He was holding a longsword and walking towards me unharmed. He slowly raised the longsword, grinning maliciously, and said, "You have no way out now, prepare to die—Charging Wolf Sword." A surge of blue battle aura instantly emanated from his body, condensing onto his sword. With a powerful swing, a pure blue aura hurtled towards me, like a giant wolf with its jaws wide open, threatening to devour me. "

Instant teleportation." Seeing the giant wolf so close, I calmly cast a spatial spell. When the "giant wolf" was less than half a meter away, my figure vanished, leaving only a faint afterimage. The "Surfing Sword" pierced through my afterimage, striking the edge of the arena, sending sand flying. At the same moment, I appeared on the other side of the arena.

"Huh?" Esda paused, looking around for my whereabouts. I stood seven meters behind him and said coldly, "No need to look anymore, I'm here."

"Oh?" He paused for a moment, then turned around, grinning maliciously. "You can even use spatial magic? That's impressive, but your magic power is exhausted, isn't it?" I said expressionlessly, "Indeed." "

With your magical skill, there were hardly any people in the capital who could rival you, but unfortunately you met me—Esta. Sprol—the one destined to take your life." He became more and more excited as he spoke, eventually becoming quite animated. "Didn't you say you'd give up after I took that attack? Then prepare to die." He raised his sword and charged at me again, his speed unaffected by his heavy armor.

Facing his fierce and unparalleled swordsmanship, I didn't dodge. Instead, I rushed towards him, drawing the longsword "Unnamed" from beneath my robes with a speed barely perceptible to the naked eye. "Clang, clang, clang, clang," the two swords clashed more than a dozen times in an instant. My movements were as fluid as flowing water, effortlessly deflecting all the rapid sword strikes. I then countered with three heavy sword blows, forcing him to stagger back five or six steps before regaining his footing. This sudden turn of events startled him, and he stammered, "You actually know swordsmanship?"

"Hehe, did I say I didn't know swordsmanship?" I joked.

"But didn't you say you were going to give up resisting?" Perhaps still recovering from the unexpected turn of events, he actually started "talking" to me. I smiled and said, "Yes, I did say that. However, you seem to have misunderstood me."

"What?" "What I meant was—I will choose to attack." I charged forward, unleashing more than a dozen sword strikes in an instant. They were seemingly there and not there, feints and real attacks, making them impossible to predict. Esda didn't even have a chance to muster his fighting spirit before hastily parrying the attacks, managing to deflect about ten sword strikes with his left and right sides. The remaining few all aimed at his chest. "Clang," "Clang," "Clang," "Clang," because I hadn't used much internal force when I struck, these swords didn't pierce his armor, only leaving a series of clanging sounds. Nevertheless, they still startled him, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and leap back five or six meters before regaining his footing. I sheathed my sword and stood there, meeting his gaze with a half-smile until he recovered.

"Heh heh, quite unexpected indeed," Esda chuckled coldly, not as dejected as I had expected. "As a mage, you possess such superb swordsmanship. However, that's all you're capable of. This level of attack cannot defeat me." He gripped his sword with both hands, placing it in front of his chest, instantly unleashing a deep blue fighting spirit.

"The game is over," he said smugly, raising his sword to slash downwards, sending a blue, semi-circular blade of energy flying towards me. Just as the energy blade was about to strike me, pure purple battle aura suddenly erupted from my body, and with a casual diagonal slash, I forcefully shattered the energy blade. A glint flashed in my eyes, and as if I had become a different person, I exuded an invincible heroic aura and coldly said, "You're right, the game should end now."

I took a half-step forward, raising my sword and slashing downwards. The wind howled, sharp and piercing, like a stampede of horses. Even more astonishing was the hidden aura of dominance within this single strike, a domineering presence that surveyed the world with an air of superiority. A pure purple, semi-circular sword aura shot back towards Esda at twice the speed of the previous strike.

"What? It's amethyst battle aura!" "How is that possible? He's actually a Grand Swordsman!" "A Grand Swordsman with the strength of a Grand Magister!" Aside from a few who knew my true strength, the crowd in the stands was in astonishment, but the most surprised were Xue Nier and Beirut. Xue Nier was mainly surprised. Due to her initial impression, she had always thought my swordsmanship was extremely poor. Even after witnessing my superior magic, in her eyes I was still just a "clumsy swordsman who knew a little magic," and she never imagined I possessed the strength of a Grand Swordsman. Her expression shifted rapidly, alternating between joy and sorrow, her face a complex tapestry of emotions. Beirut, however, displayed not only surprise but also hatred, disappointment, and the fury of a failed plot. He crushed the silver goblet in his hand.

"Lapis, did you teach that boy his swordsmanship?" he roared at Lapis in exasperation.

"How could I? He's far superior to me. It's more likely he taught me," Lapis said, feigning surprise, a radiant smile spreading across her face. "Don't you think so, Father?"

"Indeed, Lapis makes a good point," King Prester V said. "Beirut, you mustn't yell at your sister." After several changes in expression, Beirut finally regained his composure. "Yes..."

In the arena, a loud "bang" echoed as purple light flashed. Esda, exerting all his strength, finally managed to block my powerful sword energy, but was still forced back by the impact, barely managing to regain his footing only at the edge of the arena. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating a serious internal injury. This was only because I didn't want to finish him off so quickly; otherwise, that attack would have been fatal.

"How is this possible…you…you actually…you…you're not a mage…how is this possible…" Esda gasped, his face filled with astonishment. Not only him, but almost everyone in the arena was astonished. While mages with some martial arts skills weren't uncommon, those who had mastered both to such a degree were rare.

"Heh, is that strange?" I said with a half-smile. "I forgot to tell you, my true proficiency isn't magic, but swordsmanship." I grabbed the right collar of my robe with my left hand and swung it upwards, causing the robe to flutter backwards and fall to the ground, revealing the blue and white swordsman's uniform hidden beneath. This was my first appearance before most people in swordsman attire, naturally giving off a refreshing feeling.

My handsome face, long black hair, and imposing swordsman's uniform exuded an intimidating aura. Coupled with the faint smile that often graced my face, I gained an air of unfathomable mystery, completely different from the "magician Will" I usually was, making me even more enigmatic and unpredictable. But this wasn't the kind of aloofness that instilled respect; within my enigmatic demeanor lay an indescribable "ordinariness," making everything seem perfectly natural and unsurprising. All of this constituted my unique charm: a uniqueness hidden within ordinariness, an authority hidden within affability, inspiring both a desire to approach and an inability to fathom my depths.

Of course, all of this was intentional. In fact, my earlier statement was deliberate; my martial arts and magic far surpassed human limits, even exceeding those of gods and demons. Esda seemed stunned by my imposing aura, and it took him a long time to regain his composure. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and burst into laughter, saying to me, "Hahaha, although you have such strength, it's probably too late to unleash it now." Some nobles even shouted insults to curry favor.

"Kill him..." "Kill that wretched commoner..." "Lord Esda will surely win..." "Commoners are unworthy of being nobles..." I felt no goodwill towards these sycophantic, opportunistic nobles. I seemed completely oblivious to their existence; their insults were like the wind in my ears, having no effect on me whatsoever.

"I'm going to make my move..." I said casually, and my battle aura instantly surged by ten percent. This "Amethyst Battle Aura," almost at the limit of a Great Swordsman, possessed unparalleled power. In the blink of an eye, I was in front of Esda, unleashing nine sword strikes in one fell swoop. The sword path appeared light and agile, yet it concealed ruthless and fierce follow-up moves. Esda's arm went numb from the third attack, forcing him to use both hands to grip the sword. He only managed to withstand six attacks, the final three striking him directly.

Unlike before, this time I used my inner strength. Although I still couldn't pierce his armor, the powerful internal force caused him to cough up three mouthfuls of blood. Without the protection of "Elemental Blessing," he might have died on the spot. I spun around and kicked him squarely in the chest, sending him flying five or six meters before landing. He rolled several times on the ground before stopping, covered in dust and utterly humiliated.

"You wretched commoner… I will not be defeated by you… I will kill you… Ahh… Ahh… Ahh…" Esda shakily stood up, screaming madly, his body erupting with deep blue battle aura once more. Perhaps due to extreme anger unleashing his potential, his battle aura not only didn't weaken from his injury but was several times stronger than before.

"Magic Release." Esdar raised his longsword and silently chanted a few incantations. The "Blessing of the Elements" armor immediately emitted a kaleidoscope of colors. Five incredibly powerful magical energies flowed from the armor at lightning speed, constantly converging on his body and sword, producing crackling sounds. His aura instantly intensified several times over, as if the surrounding air itself had solidified.

"Behold my ultimate move—Hellish Wolf Wave!" he roared, pointing his longsword at me. The energy gathered on it instantly transformed into a shockwave over a meter in diameter, shooting towards me with five-colored light. Its power was almost unbelievable, and its precise angle made it nearly impossible to dodge. This super-powerful sword technique, possessing all five elements simultaneously, was something Esdar, with his mere swordsmanship, could not possibly unleash. I had

initially thought the "Blessing of the Elements" only offered exceptional defense, but it unexpectedly also enhanced the wearer's offensive capabilities, multiplying their strength. In that instant, I realized that "Blessing of the Elements" had a similar effect to the "Ring of Love" I created, and the principles behind it must be similar as well. No wonder "Blessing of the Elements" is called a divine artifact; it truly deserves the title.

Faced with such a powerful sword strike, I seemed to have no choice but to take it head-on, but could I withstand it? Almost everyone watching the duel had the same thought. Even Melina and the others, who knew my strength, were extremely nervous. Lapis, Shennier, and the others were even more tense, their hearts practically in their throats.

"Hmph, that idiot Esda finally used that trick, excellent." A sinister smile appeared on Beirut's face, tinged with smugness. "He who injures another will injure himself. After killing Will, he'll also lose half his life due to the backlash. Hmph, how could a clown like him possess such immense power? He doesn't even consider why I lent him such a treasure. I thought this was a waste of effort, but it turned out to be a win-win situation. It seems the heavens are on my side." His smugness was indescribable; he didn't even notice his fingers had unconsciously dug into the table.

Unfortunately, Prince Beirut was too smug. Things didn't go as he expected. After I discovered that Esda's use of "Elemental Blessing" greatly enhanced his abilities, I knew it was time to act. Because I knew that this "magic release" could easily get out of control, and to avoid any accidents, I had to finish him off with this move. Before I could think any further, I swung "Unnamed," unleashing a burst of light, and met the shockwave generated by Esda's longsword.

With a deafening boom, a powerful shockwave struck me. A smug grin spread across Esda's face, and the crowd below gasped involuntarily. Some timid female students covered their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the impending tragedy. But then, the most unbelievable thing happened: the shockwave, shimmering with five-colored light, rebounded after hitting me, striking the unsuspecting Esda.

Another deafening boom followed as "Elemental Blessing" shattered into pieces by the powerful shockwave. Esda coughed up another mouthful of blood. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, he felt a chill in his throat. There before him stood me, unharmed, a sword piercing his throat. Pinkish blood mist spread as his body ruptured. Esda watched in horror as the blood gushed from his own throat, his consciousness fading with the flow. Esda tried to lift the sword, but it was too heavy for him; he couldn't muster any strength. He struggled to stand, but his legs gave way, and before collapsing, he muttered, "How could this be..."

"Long live Ver! Long live Ver!" the commoners in the stands shouted. I raised my longsword above my head, slowly surveying my surroundings, displaying an air of unparalleled heroism, which immediately drew cheers from the crowd. The ending was truly dramatic. Just when everyone thought Esdar was the strongest, he died by my sword. Countless people were utterly shocked. Some who had closed their eyes, unable to bear watching, stood dumbfounded when they suddenly realized the outcome of the duel was completely opposite to their expectations. The one whose

expression changed the most was the Second Prince, Beirut. He had thought he could kill two birds with one stone, but now his plan had failed, like falling from a mountaintop just as he was about to reach it—his heart sank to the bottom. With a "crack," although he tried his best to conceal his inner turmoil, he still managed to collapse the table in front of him, scattering splinters of wood everywhere. Marquis Martin glared at them with his sinister eyes, waved his hand, and two men rushed forward to carry Esda's body back. Lapis, Claire, Lilia, Eileen, and the others were overjoyed, tears streaming down their faces. If it weren't for the Royal Knights guarding the area to prevent outsiders from entering, they would have rushed to my side.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ "Young Master Will, His Majesty the King requests your presence to receive your investiture," a guard approached and said politely. I responded and, together with the guards, went to the main stands: "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"No need for formalities." King Prester V seemed completely unaffected by the duel, his expression unchanged as he said, "Vell, you are so young yet already proficient in both magic and martial arts, reaching extremely high levels in both. Truly, a hero emerges from among the young. I highly value your talent, and now, as agreed, I bestow upon you the title of Viscount and the rank of Commander of a Thousand." In that instant, I felt countless venomous gazes directed at me. I knew these were the gazes of those self-important noble sons, unaware that in my eyes they were nothing but trash.

"Father, this is absolutely unacceptable!" Before I could speak, Beirut suddenly appeared from the side, his face dark.

"Beirut, do you see anything wrong with this?" King Prester V asked, frowning.

"Your Majesty, the divine artifact 'Blessing of the Elements' was forged by my ancestor, the Hero King Ward, of the Mosby royal family. It is a treasure passed down through generations of the Mosby Kingdom and proof of our lineage as descendants of 'Hero King Ward,' the ruler of the continent. Now, it has been completely destroyed by Will, which is an ominous sign for our Mosby Kingdom. Therefore, I believe..." Beirut said with a grim face. This must have been a "poisonous scheme" he had planned long ago. If Esda wins, then I will naturally be "dead"; if I win, the "Blessing of the Elements" will surely be damaged, and that's when he will step in to point that out.

"Hmm, indeed," Prester V pondered. "However, swords have no eyes in a duel, and this is unavoidable. We didn't explain this beforehand. Moreover, if you hadn't lent it to Esda without permission, how could this have happened?" His tone became stern at the end.

“Father, I also think this matter cannot be blamed on Prince Will,” Lapis interjected. “Besides, a king’s word is law. Since Father has already publicly announced that the victor will be rewarded, going back on his word would damage Father’s prestige.”

“Hmm…” King Prester V glanced at the ministers sitting around him and slowly said, “Gentlemen, what do you think?”

The ministers immediately split into three factions. Apart from a few officers led by General Hawke who remained silent, more than half of the ministers secretly glanced at Marquis Martin, and seeing that he did not react, they all lowered their heads and remained silent. The remaining ministers glanced at Beirut, and then said in unison, “We agree with His Highness the Second Prince’s opinion. This artifact is of vital importance to our Kingdom of Mosby. Will Landy damaged it, and not punishing him is already a great act of imperial grace. If he is to be rewarded, I’m afraid…”

Seeing this, a hint of anger appeared on King Prester V’s face. He glanced around again, but most of his ministers avoided his gaze and dared not meet his eyes. Prester V shook his head inwardly, a hint of helplessness crossing his face. Seeing this, Lapis hurriedly said, "Father, my second brother also bears responsibility for this. We can't put all the blame on Prince Will."

"I know what I'm doing." King Prester V gestured for Lapis to stop, signaling her to stop talking, and then turned to General Hawke: "My dear minister, what do you think?" "

Your Majesty—" General Hawke replied, "I believe that although this artifact is a national treasure of our country and has incredible uses in war, it is ultimately just an object. Objects are inanimate, but people are alive. The role of an excellent general on the battlefield is far greater than that of a suit of armor. As the saying goes, a thousand soldiers are easy to find, but a general is hard to come by." He glanced at me and continued, "At such a young age, Will has already reached such a profound level in both magic and martial arts. His future achievements will be immeasurable. If such a talent could be obtained by our country—I think everyone should understand how much of a role such a talent could play in war. I urge Your Majesty to make a wise decision."

“Well said,” King Prester V clapped his hands and said, “Among all the ministers, only General Hawke dares to speak frankly and truly care for the greater good of our Mosby Kingdom. The others only fuel the flames for their own selfish gain and curry favor with the powerful.” He glanced at Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin, both of whom lowered their heads.

“Do any of you ministers have anything else to say?” King Prester V asked. Although it was a “question,” his tone carried an undeniable air, making it seem as if even opposition would be futile. Seeing that no one responded, King Prester V continued, “Since no one objects, then I declare—”

“Father, I have something else to say.” Beirut suddenly stood up, interrupting the impending resolution.

“Beirut, do you have anything else to say?” King Prester V asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes. Not only him, but everyone present, including myself, couldn’t guess what rebuttal he could come up with in this situation.

Beirut coughed lightly, clenched his fists as if making a momentous decision, and said loudly, "A country has its laws, and a family has its rules. The most important factor in a country's stability is clear rewards and punishments. As the saying goes, 'Even a prince is subject to the law.' I know I bear a great responsibility in this matter, so in order to uphold the law, I am willing to accept severe punishment. I beg Your Majesty's permission."

"What?" Everyone was stunned. No one had expected that Beirut, as a prince, would devise such a self-destructive and malicious scheme. If even Prince Beirut would be "severely punished" for this, then I, a "commoner," would be even more doomed, likely facing execution, while Beirut could escape most of the punishment because of his princely status.

"What a vicious scheme," I thought to myself. "I never imagined this prince's hatred for me would run so deep, willing to suffer punishment himself to put me to death." If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have gotten away with this, but unfortunately, he's up against me. His failure was sealed from the start, no matter how perfect his plan seemed.

"Beirut, are you really going to do this?" King Prester V asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, my mind is made up. I beg Your Majesty to see the truth," Beirut said, bowing. He glanced at me, giving me a gloating look. If he knew what I was thinking, he wouldn't have that expression.

"Father, my second brother is settling a personal score!" Lapis could no longer hold back, completely forgetting her status, and shouted loudly.

"Heh..." Beirut chuckled maliciously, saying mockingly, "Little sister, don't you have any selfish motives? Do you want me to reveal everything?" From his words, I knew that Beirut must know the truth about Lapis's "Royal Trial," and he probably knew that I helped Lapis, and even knew about my relationship with Lapis. I understood why he was willing to do anything to kill me.

"You—" Lapis was so angry that her face turned pale, unable to speak. At this moment, she must be worried about me. On the contrary, I, the person involved, was not as anxious as I had imagined, but instead had a leisurely "watching the show" attitude. "

Please make a decision as soon as possible, Father." Beirut urged in a calm voice.

"This—" King Prester V seemed hesitant, and his hesitation made me completely lose faith in him. To be honest, it was because of two things that I had a very bad impression of this king of the Kingdom of Mosby. One reason was that I learned the reason for Prince Carlo's departure, and the other was today's duel—Prince V discovered that Prince Beirut had secretly lent the "Blessing of the Elements" to Esda without stopping him. You see, with the help of the "Blessing of the Elements," even a renowned "Grand Magister" like Dean Dante would have fallen to Esda. If it weren't for my non-human constitution, I would have died hundreds of times over, and I wouldn't be standing here now.

Earlier, Prince Prest V's words seemed somewhat "biased" towards me, which I initially thought was his "appreciation of talent"—because it couldn't be because of Lapis; Lapis wouldn't have told his father about us, otherwise the "Royal Trials" would have been exposed—which slightly improved my impression of him. But what happened next completely shattered my faith in him. Appreciation of talent? After his son's few nonsensical words, he hesitated. If he truly appreciated talent, he wouldn't have hesitated. Hmph, a fair duel? "What rubbish! Nobility—nothing more than synonyms for despicable, shameless, greedy, treacherous, and cunning. Let me show you what you really are.

" "Your Majesty, I have something to say." Seeing Prester V's hesitation, I knew my moment had arrived.

Prester V's eyes lit up. "Vell, what do you have to say?"

"Your Majesty, I only have one thing to say: the damage to the artifact 'Blessing of the Elements' has absolutely nothing to do with me." I knew my words would be earth-shattering, and the subsequent reaction was exactly what I expected.

"What?" Everyone present was stunned again. Beirut was first taken aback, then shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? So many people here saw you destroy 'Blessing of the Elements,' what excuse do you have?" "Speaking of which," he turned to Prester V and said, "Father, this man, after destroying the 'Blessing of the Elements,' shows no remorse and attempts to make excuses. Your Majesty, I implore you to punish him severely, otherwise, it will be difficult to quell public anger."

"Yes, Your Majesty, he must be severely punished and cannot be tolerated," the ministers who belonged to Prince Beirut's faction also chimed in. Lapis's face had turned deathly pale. She must have thought I was doomed. She looked so helpless, staring blankly at me with boundless regret. She regretted dragging me into the palace's struggle for the throne, bringing me this misfortune. But the truth was, she should be grateful that she made the right choice; I had changed her fate.

"Your Majesty," he said, "I believe that Ver should also be severely punished, otherwise, what will become of the dignity of the national law?" "The Marquis Martin also opportunistically kicked me while I was down. His son died at my hands, so naturally he hates me to the core. He remained silent earlier to avoid giving others an excuse to 'settle personal scores.' Now that the Prince of Beirut has stepped forward, he naturally wants to take the opportunity to beat a 'fallen dog.' Little does he know that I am not a 'fallen dog,' but a ferocious lion capable of devouring everything. He will regret provoking me for the rest of his life.

" "Yes, he must be severely punished." Nearly half of the ministers, who belonged to the Marquis Martin's faction, naturally echoed his sentiments when he spoke, truly a bunch of utter 'yes-men,' pathetic and laughable.

"Vell, although I admire your talent, if you cannot provide a reasonable explanation for what you just said, I will have to punish you severely." Prester V's face turned cold, revealing his true colors to me completely and shattering my last illusions about him. This, in effect, determined his final fate. He could have changed his fate. I gave him enough chances, but he didn't seize any of them. It's not my fault. Even if he's Lapis's father and the King of Mosby, it can't change my mind.

"Your Majesty, Your Excellencies, I believe you all saw clearly what just happened." I cleared my throat, glancing at the ministers surrounding King Prester V, then turning to the spectators around the arena: "Anyone with a conscience can see clearly that Viscount Esda's attack wave hit my defensive barrier and reflected back. The powerful shockwave struck 'Blessing of the Elements,' completely destroying it. My sword didn't even touch 'Blessing of the Elements.'" My voice suddenly rose: "Therefore, 'Blessing of the Elements' was destroyed by Esda's own attack wave, and has nothing to do with me." “

Yes…Young Master Will is right…” “It has nothing to do with Young Master Will…Young Master Will is innocent…” The surrounding commoners shouted loudly, and even some noblemen joined in. Compared to Beirut's despicable behavior, they felt ashamed to be associated with him, and their righteous indignation drove them to join the chanting.

“Your Majesty, I believe Will is right. Although Will did stab the ‘Blessing of the Elements’ with his sword at the beginning of the duel, it did not cause any damage to the ‘Blessing of the Elements,’ which everyone witnessed. As Will said, the ‘Blessing of the Elements’ was destroyed by the attack wave launched by Viscount Esda himself. If we are to assign blame, Viscount Esda should bear full responsibility. If we must say that Will bear any responsibility, it is that he should not have set up the protective barrier; he should have allowed Viscount Esda to kill him.” "The one who could say such things is, of course, General Hawke. Uncle Dart, to avoid suspicion, wasn't with General Hawke, but rather with Mel and Melina outside. Anyone could tell that General Hawke was extremely dissatisfied with King Prester V's indulgence of Prince Beirut.

Beirut originally thought he could kill me, but the outcome was unexpected. Furthermore, after General Hawke's indignant words, he couldn't find any further fault with me. His earlier smugness has turned ashen. His willingness to seek severe punishment was precisely to put me to death, but now I've escaped responsibility, making his act of seeking punishment seem incredibly foolish. No wonder he's so ashen-faced." King Prester V coldly glanced at him and said, "Beirut, do you have anything else to say?"

“Father, since I have already spoken, there is no room for reversal. I am willing to accept punishment.” As soon as Beirut uttered these words, I sighed inwardly. What a cunning fellow! In this situation, only by appearing righteous and awe-inspiring like him could he win both favor and sympathy—a brilliant strategy of putting himself in a do-or-die situation. I had to admit that Beirut's decisive decision was consistent with his previous behavior; he was undoubtedly a cunning and scheming individual.

“Your Majesty,” I continued, “we believe that His Highness the Second Prince's courage in admitting his mistake and seeking punishment is truly commendable. As the saying goes, ‘To err is human, to forgive divine.’ We implore Your Majesty to be lenient with His Highness the Second Prince, giving him a chance to correct his mistakes and atone for his crimes.” "The ministers who belonged to Beirut's faction, seeing their master in trouble, naturally wouldn't stand idly by.

Prester V, of course, wouldn't really do anything to Beirut, especially since he now had a good way out. He readily agreed, saying to Beirut, 'Beirut, since you ministers have pleaded for you, I will temporarily refrain from punishing you. However, you must reflect on your actions upon returning home. If you cannot devise a way to atone for your mistake within three months, I will certainly punish you severely.'

'Thank you, Father, I understand,' Beirut bowed and replied, his eyes fixed on me, clearly unwilling to accept defeat.

'Now, surely no one has any objections?' Prester V swept his gaze majestically over the surrounding ministers, then announced loudly, 'I hereby announce—Vell is ennobled as a viscount, appointed commander of a thousand men, and granted a mansion in the east of the city.'

'Your Majesty, I am very grateful for your generous reward, but I am sorry, I cannot accept it. '" Ignoring Lapis's eager, expectant gaze, I humbly and firmly refused King Prester V's offer. "Don't even think about using me to serve you." I saw the disappointment, confusion, and resentment in Lapis's eyes; she couldn't understand why I had refused. A gasp escaped the surrounding crowd, clearly bewildered by my refusal of this coveted reward.

"You audacious commoner! How dare you, an ignorant fool, refuse His Majesty's gift!" "The one who said this was none other than Marquis Martin, the prime minister who harbored both old and new grudges against me. How could he possibly let go of an opportunity to take revenge on me?

" "Kill this audacious commoner..." "Kill him..." "Kill this ignorant and ungrateful commoner..." The surrounding noble youths clamored again; what a bunch of trash. I turned and coldly swept my gaze across them. Anyone whose eyes met mine immediately fell silent, for at this moment, I exuded an imposing aura that commanded respect.

"Minister Martin, please step back." When King Prester V heard me refuse his reward, he was taken aback at first, but quickly regained his composure.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Marquis Martin glared at me fiercely, reluctantly retreating to his original position.

"Will Randy, can you tell me why you refused the reward?" King Prester V asked, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"Please calm your anger, Your Majesty. I have ample reason to refuse Your Majesty's reward." "First of all, I don't think there's anything wrong with being a commoner. At least it's much better than those worthless nobles who ride roughshod over others just because of the little bit of public good their ancestors accumulated." Ignoring the curses and clamor of the noble children around me, I continued, "If I were to easily obtain the title of viscount, it would undoubtedly be an insult to those warriors who earned their baronies through bloody battles on the battlefield. Is their contribution to the country less than that of a duel? If that's the case, then I would be even less likely to accept this title."

"You audacious commoner, how dare you speak such nonsense before His Majesty! Guards, take him—" The one who lost his temper was, of course, Marquis Martin. As for the second prince, Beirut, he certainly didn't want me to accept Prester V's reward. But he had just suffered a setback at my hands, so naturally, he couldn't jump out again now.

"Enough, my dear Martin, please step back." King Prester V waved his hand dismissively, and Marquis Martin immediately shut up and retreated, though he probably hated me to death inside. King Prester V said to me, "Hmm, Will, what you said makes some sense. Tell me your reasons."

"Yes, Your Majesty," I continued, "Secondly, I am a naturally lazy person and cannot stand being restrained. My interest lies in traveling the entire continent, and I will be leaving here in the near future. Therefore, I can only apologize to Your Majesty."

"Hmm, is that so?" King Prester V frowned and said, "Will, do you have any other reasons?"

"Of course, Your Majesty." I asked slowly, "May I ask, Your Majesty, do you still consider this a fair duel?"

King Prester V stared at me blankly for a long time before saying, "Will, I understand. This is the main reason you refused the reward, isn't it?"

"If Your Majesty puts it that way, I will not deny it." "I don't care if you're king or not, I'll still say what needs to be said.

" "You really have a lot of nerve. Aren't you afraid I'll charge you with disrespect?" King Prester V asked in a deep voice. "Hmph, trying to scare me? Don't you know who I am? How could you, the king of a mere kingdom like Mosby, possibly frighten me?

" "Your Majesty, do you want to hear the truth or a lie? If you want a lie, I can tell you I'm very afraid; if you want the truth, I can tell you I'm not afraid at all." "I smiled and said nonchalantly. I saw Lapis's pale face, I saw the reproach and pity in General Hawke's eyes, I saw Uncle Dart's uneasy expression, I saw the worry in Melina and Lilia's eyes, I saw the expressions of the commoners around me who dared not breathe, I saw the gloating looks of the noble children, and I even saw the barely perceptible smirks of Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin... At that moment, all sorts of people, all sorts of mentality, all sorts of expressions, were displayed before me, revealing their inner thoughts without reservation. King

Prester V seemed unsurprised by my answer, a slight smile appearing on his face, but I knew very well that this kind of forced smile was the one I needed to be wary of. Sure enough, what I heard next from King Prester V was exactly what I expected: "Vell, you are really frank, um. To be honest, I know that with your current strength, you are indeed very terrifying, and you can leave at any time, but have you ever thought about your friends, family, or even your loved ones?" "The old fox has finally shown his true colors, actually trying to threaten me with my friends and family. His aim, of course, is to make me work for him. There's no way it'll be that easy."

I smiled coldly, gripping the sword in my left hand and the hilt in my right, assuming a drawing stance. Instantly, a sharp killing intent surged forth. A gust of wind blew the loose hair that obscured my face, revealing a cold gaze. Combined with my slightly curved, expressionless lips and resolute face, I exuded a chilling aura. My cold gaze swept over King Prester V, the Prince of Beirut, and the Marquis Martin. The aura shifted upstream, finally settling on Prince Beirut.

An endless killing intent surged from my body, chilling the surroundings to the bone. Even spectators dozens of meters away felt the murderous aura emanating from me. Those without true energy or magic were intimidated and forced to retreat. Prince Prester V, Prince Beirut, and Marquis Martin, who were closest to me, naturally felt my powerful killing intent and channeled their true energy to protect themselves. A hint of fear even flickered in the eyes of Prince Prester V, Marquis Martin, and Prince Beirut.

"As long as I, Will Randy, am here, no one can harm my friends and family. Whoever dares to harm my friends and family, I, Will Randy, swear I will make them regret it even in death—Heavenly Wrath." My icy tone sent a chill down everyone's spine. The intense killing intent emanating from me proved that what I said was absolutely true. Almost at the same time I uttered "Heavenly Thunder Fury," a huge ball of lightning descended from the sky and landed in the center of the arena.

With a deafening roar, a massive explosion sent countless specks of dirt flying in all directions. The onlookers gasped in shock; those with magical abilities hastily erected protective barriers in front of them, while those without retreated frantically, creating a chaotic scene. But they quickly realized it was all in vain. The dirt struck my barriers around the arena and then fell back down.

After a cloud of dust, the noisy arena fell silent; you could hear a pin drop. All eyes turned to the arena, and then everyone gasped in unison, their jaws dropping in disbelief—the enormous arena had transformed into a deep, unfathomable abyss. Before the crowd could recover from their astonishment, I shouted, "Earth Restores!" A tornado swept through, and the arena returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. This, of course, left everyone speechless once more.

“Ahem, ahem, Will, you certainly have the right to say that.” The old fox, King Prester V, was the first to regain his composure. “Since you are unwilling to accept my reward, I will not force you. If you have any other requests, I will certainly try my best to fulfill them.”

“Yes, Your Majesty, I do have a request that you hope Your Majesty will grant.” I said calmly. This was clearly a bit unexpected for King Prester V. His previous statement was just a polite remark, since I didn't even want a title or official position, so what else could I ask of him? However, he overlooked one point: he had a fine daughter—Princess Lapis.

“Oh, what is your request?” King Prester V looked at me with slight surprise. Not only him, but all the spectators hadn't expected me to actually make a request to the king.

“I wish Your Majesty would marry Princess Lapis to me.” I said slowly and deliberately. Lapis's face instantly turned from pale to flushed red, and her head bowed to her chest. She probably hadn't expected me to propose in public.

"What?" Prince Beirut jumped up, while King Prester V remained calm, turning to look at the blushing Lapis, seemingly understanding. Perhaps because my performance had been too frightening, no noble youth dared to shout or curse; I only heard a buzzing of whispers. King Prester V narrowed his eyes: "No wonder Lapis has been speaking up for you, I understand, but..." He deliberately paused.

I knew he wouldn't agree so easily, so I said, "Your Majesty, but what?"

King Prester V feigned regret: "Vell, if you had accepted my reward, I might have agreed to marry Lapis to you. But you refused, and you are still a commoner. How can I marry Lapis to you?" This old fox, I knew he would say that.

"Why can't I marry Princess Lapis just because I'm a commoner? Is it all for some vague and unattainable title?" My tone clearly carried a hint of dissatisfaction. "Your Majesty, if accepting the title means I can marry Princess Lapis, then is Your Majesty marrying her to me for who I am, or for that title?" I looked at Lapis and said, "Besides, shouldn't Princess Lapis be able to decide her own marriage?"

Lapis, her face pale with anxiety after Prester V rejected my proposal, mustered her courage upon hearing my words and said, "Yes, Father, I have passed the 'Royal Trial.' I can decide my own marriage. I am willing to marry Will." "

Ah...what...the princess actually agreed to marry that lowly commoner..." The noble youths, who had been trying their best to control themselves, couldn't help but clamor after hearing Lapis accept my proposal. But I couldn't be bothered with them now, those scumbags. King Prester V, that old fox, probably didn't expect Lapis to say such a thing, and stood there dumbfounded.

I could see that King Prester V was hesitating, while the Prince of Beirut and Marquis Martin were rolling their eyes, clearly trying to cause trouble. As the saying goes, "a quick cut is the best cut," I decisively said to King Prester V, "Your Majesty, please believe me, I will do everything in my power to make Princess Lapis happy." I paused here, then stared at King Prester V and said, "And Your Majesty wouldn't want Prince Carlo's tragedy to repeat itself, would you?"

"What...how...how could you know Carlo..." King Prester V stared at me in extreme shock, his face darkening instantly, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. Those around were stunned. Only a very few knew the secret of Prince Carlo's departure from the royal family; even Prince Beirut and Princess Lapis were unaware of why their elder brother had left.

After a long pause, King Prester V finally looked up at Lapis before turning to me and saying, "Vell, I can agree to give Lapis to you in marriage, but you must agree to one condition." Hearing there was a condition, Lapis perked up her ears.

"Your Majesty, please speak." I couldn't push him too far, otherwise, if things got really tense, Lapis would be caught in the middle.

"I want you to promise me that you cannot take Lapis away before I announce the heir to the throne," King Prester V said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Alright, Your Majesty, I agree." I had no reason to refuse such a condition, and King Prester V's proposal was a strong indication to the outside world that Princess Lapis might also become the heir to the throne, and Prince Beirut was not the only candidate. Seeing this outcome, Beirut's face was ashen, but I paid him no heed. My entire focus was on Lapis.

I walked straight to Lapis, gazing into her beautiful eyes. A delicate blush immediately rose on her fair skin; she was incredibly shy, yet she didn't look away, her eyes filled with boundless affection as she looked at me. I gently raised my hand and caressed her smooth, delicate cheek. Lapis let out a soft moan, her slender hand quickly grasping my large hand and rubbing it against her cheek. Her beautiful eyes, shimmering with deep affection, seemed about to overflow with tears.

Princess Lapis trembled with excitement, two streams of crystal tears uncontrollably cascading from her beautiful, starry eyes. She suddenly threw herself into my arms, letting her joyful tears soak my clothes. I gently wrapped my left arm around her slender waist and kissed her passionately. Lapis's beautiful eyes blazed with intoxicating passion, and she wrapped her arms around me, responding enthusiastically. The onlookers were initially stunned, then burst into applause. A thrilling, life-or-death duel ended with a passionate kiss between Princess Lapis and me…
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Volume 2 Chapter 3 Prester

V had originally intended to hold a ball for my engagement to Lapis, but I politely declined. I couldn't be bothered to face the hypocritical faces of Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin. However, Uncle Dart hosted a celebratory dinner for me at the Earl's mansion. Lapis, of course, attended, along with General Hawke and his daughter, Sherry, Dean Dante and his grandson, Prince Fett, and all the girls who had appeared at the academy cafeteria that day.

After we all shared a drink, Shirley couldn't help but ask, "Will, so your martial arts skills are just as good as your magic! Why did you lie to me before?" I'm sure this question had been on her mind for a long time, but since the duel ended, I'd been surrounded by Lapis, Lilia, Eileen, and Kelly, and she hadn't had a chance to get close to me.

I laughed and said, "When did I lie to you? When did I tell you I didn't know swordsmanship? You've always treated me like a 'clumsy swordsman,' and now you're blaming me?"

"Then why did you act like a coward and hide behind Claire and the others when you saved me?" Shirley said angrily.

"That time you mentioned? I wanted to give Claire and Eileen more opportunities to practice, to give them more chances in real combat. That's how it was on the way to Garrison City, when things happened; I hardly ever fought," I explained with a smile.

"Then why didn't you explain it to me clearly later?" Xueni pressed on, seizing the opportunity.

"Where didn't I explain it clearly? You just didn't believe me. Didn't I tell you I helped Lapis? Do you remember what I said?" At this point, I deliberately mimicked Xueni's voice and tone, saying, "Was it our swordsman who rushed up again, lay down on the ground, and tripped the enemy?"

Everyone burst into laughter. Xueni was speechless. She angrily picked up her wine glass and downed it in one gulp. General Hawke chuckled, "Xueni, you're blind yourself, and you blame Will for not telling you? In this respect, you're far inferior to the princess."

This reminded Xueni, and she immediately found a new target: "Princess, I've always considered you my best sister, but you've forgotten your sister once you have a lover. You knew his background but deliberately didn't tell me. Don't you think you've wronged me?"

Lapis blushed deeply, saying shyly, "Xueni, I'm sorry. I really wanted to tell you, but because Will's help was so important, I couldn't tell you then. But now I can tell you, it's the 'Royal Trial' you've heard about today. Marquis Martin always hoped I would marry his son, Abel, hoping one day his son would become the king of the Kingdom of Mosby. So he proposed to my father, and under the influence of my second brother, Beirut, my father actually agreed." "

Under these circumstances, I could only gain autonomy through the 'Royal Trial.' The 'Royal Trial' required me to kill a mid-level magical beast on my own, something I couldn't do with my current strength. I later learned that my second brother, Beirut, deliberately manipulated our father into accepting Marquis Martin's marriage proposal to force me to take the 'Royal Trial,' allowing the magical beast to kill me. I also heard that to prevent me from cheating, my second brother bought up all the 'Thunder Beast Horns' in the city at exorbitant prices, forcing me to search for 'Thunder Beasts' in the forest outside the city."

"Will appeared just as the 'Thunder Beast' was about to kill me, and it was he who helped me kill it. That's how I learned that Will's swordsmanship was actually quite high. Of course, Will later incurred my second brother's wrath for helping me. My second brother even sent his 'Shadow Ninjas' to ambush Will from the path outside the academy, but they failed. This duel was orchestrated by my second brother and Marquis Martin, and everyone witnessed what happened." "Xue Ni'er, now you know why I can't tell you, right?" Lapis explained the whole story in one breath, and everyone finally understood that although Lapis was a princess, she actually had more helplessness than the others. When Xilia, Fiana, Bingqian, Xuezhi, Fete, and the others heard that Beirut had once sent "Shadow Ninjas" to assassinate me, their faces showed shock.

"Princess, I never imagined you had to face so many helpless things. I'm sorry." I never expected Xue Ni'er to apologize to anyone, and I couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

"Xue Ni'er, it's not your fault. You couldn't possibly have imagined there were so many inside stories. Besides, we're good sisters, Xue Ni'er, do you want me to be your matchmaker?" Lapis glanced at me with a grin, teasing Xue Ni'er.

Xue Ni'er, surprisingly, blushed completely, secretly glancing at me and saying coquettishly, "Princess, why are you teasing me?"

"Don't call me princess anymore. To be honest, many times I'd rather be an ordinary person," Lapis said softly.

Prince Fett echoed this sentiment, saying, "I completely agree with Princess Lapis. I wish I weren't a prince, but unfortunately, I don't possess Will's superhuman abilities and domineering spirit." He then turned to me with a smile, "Will, it seems you only used a fraction of your strength during our last spar. I was even fantasizing about defeating you and having you buy me drinks someday, but that seems unlikely now." He then glanced at his sister Eliza sitting beside him, as if he had an idea, and said, "Will, will you teach me swordsmanship?"

"Oh, Prince Fett, you want to learn swordsmanship from me? There's a price to pay. Let me tell you, a few drinks won't do," I said with a grin, raising my glass.

"Well, you don't need to tell me, I've already thought it through. Will, if you agree to teach me swordsmanship, I can introduce you to my sister Eliza. How about that?" Fett said confidently.

"Pfft!" I sprayed the wine I had just taken a sip all over Eileen next to me. "Ah... I'm sorry... Eileen... It's all Fett's fault..."

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?" Princess Eliza's face was flushed, and she tugged at Fett's sleeve, pouting.

Eileen wasn't angry at all. She took the towel Dalanie handed her and dried herself off, saying with a grin, "Brother Will, you don't have to get so excited when you heard Prince Fett say he'd introduce you to some girls, do you?" The women were already trying their best to hold back their laughter, but after hearing Eileen's words, they couldn't help themselves anymore. "Pfft," "Pfft," several more people's clothes were ruined, and pouting and apologies rose and fell.

General Hawke chuckled at Uncle Dart and Dean Dante, "Seeing them like this makes me feel ten years younger."

Dean Dante sighed, "We really are getting old, you can't deny it. After watching today's duel, I'm still shaken. To be honest, if it were me and Esda dueling, I definitely wouldn't be sitting here drinking."

General Hawke added, "Yes, I feel the same way. Prince Beirut actually lent the 'Blessing of the Elements' to Esda without permission, clearly intending to kill Will. I dare say that apart from Will, no one in the capital could have escaped Esda unscathed in today's situation. I rarely admire people, but today I have to. Especially Will's composure and humility in refusing His Majesty's reward after his victory are truly admirable." "

Dean Dante is the only 'Grand Magister' level mage in the Kingdom of Mosby, and General Hawke is one of the few 'Grand Swordsman' level swordsmen in the Kingdom of Mosby. Their words naturally carry more weight. But there are always those who disagree, at least verbally. And that includes Xue Ni'er: 'Dad, you make that guy sound so amazing, but I don't think he's anything special.'

'Xue Ni'er, don't be so unconvinced. If you're really that capable, then make Will your father's son-in-law,' General Hawke said with a grin.

'Dad, you're bullying me too…' Xue Ni'er was so embarrassed by her father's blatant words that she couldn't lift her head. The other women were all blushing and giggling, secretly amused. Of course, some of them had more complicated expressions, their smiles somewhat unnatural. The one who caught my attention the most was Ya Lan. Perhaps because I had kissed her, our relationship was now somewhat complicated." When my gaze fell on Celia's face, the little girl actually made a "shy face" at me—such an innocent girl!

"Men should marry when they're of age, and women should marry when they're of age. What's there to be shy about? Snowy, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but I always hear you talk about Will at home, but I never expected things to turn out like this when you two are together. At this rate, my wish is probably dashed." General Hawke didn't let Snowy off the hook, continuing.

"Dad, if you say that again, I'll really get angry!" Snowy was already somewhat embarrassed and angry; any further and she might explode.

"Alright, alright, I won't say it anymore." General Hawke clearly knew his daughter's personality and dared not say another word.

Uncle Dart chimed in at the opportune moment: "Will, today I truly experienced what it means to be on the edge of my seat. Even after the duel, your actions in front of His Majesty surprised me quite a bit."

Mel nodded, "Yes, when I heard you refuse His Majesty's reward, I was really worried for you." The women all agreed, saying they were all on tenterhooks, fearing the King might harm me in a fit of anger.

"I know I was a bit impulsive, but I was just too angry," I explained to everyone.

Lapis continued, “Father went too far today. He knew the power of the ‘Blessing of the Elements’ yet didn’t stop the duel. It’s unforgivable. If I had known the ‘Blessing of the Elements’ was so powerful, I would have stopped the duel no matter what. If I were Will, I would never have accepted his hypocritical reward. Although my elder brother has never told me why he left the royal family, I understand his thinking now.” Lapis turned to me, “Will, you seem to know about my elder brother. Can you tell me?” I nodded

, “I do know about your elder brother. He told me himself, but I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone, so I can’t tell you.” Seeing her confused expression, I explained, “Just the day before yesterday, when I was taking you back to the palace, I ran into your elder brother. He even tested my strength, wanting to see if I could protect you. You can imagine the result, and your elder brother confidently handed over the responsibility of protecting you to me.” "Lapis, I promised your brother I would love you for life. I will never let anyone hurt you or anyone who loves me again."

"Will, no wonder you didn't come through the front door the night before last, but went back to your room to change before coming out to see us. So you were afraid we'd find out you'd been fighting with someone?" Kelly immediately connected the dots, and after a few comparisons, she understood everything. Lilia, Mel, Eileen, Nilos, and the others also suddenly realized the truth.

I said apologetically to them, "I didn't want you to worry about me, that's why I didn't tell you."

Dora giggled and said, "Will, don't worry, we won't blame you." I smiled at her, then turned my gaze to Lapis. Lapis said emotionally, "My brother is the only one who truly cares about me. He taught me swordsmanship. Without him, I might have..." Lapis choked up, unable to continue.

I reached out my left hand, put my arm around her waist, and pulled her close to me. "Lapis, your brother was indeed the person who cared about you the most in the world before, but from now on, I will be the one who cares about you the most. Believe me, I will make you happy."

Lapis whispered, her eyes red, "Will, I believe you. I'm willing to leave the royal family and become an ordinary commoner to stay by your side." An indescribable feeling of happiness welled up from the bottom of my heart. I tightened my grip and pulled Lapis into my arms. Lapis completely forgot about the people around them and hugged me tightly with all her might. At this moment, my eyes were only on Lapis.

"Clap," "Clap," "Clap," the applause from the crowd broke the passionate embrace between Lapis and me. Lapis blushed and pulled away from my arms, tears still visible at the corners of her eyes. I glanced around and saw that Lilia, General Hawke, and the others had expressions of watching a show, while Eliza, Therese, Vivian, and Celia, among other little girls, were blushing and full of curiosity. Fiana, Jessica, and Yalan had ambiguous smiles on their faces, but what surprised me most was that the "Ice and Snow Beauties," Bingqian and Xuezhi, both had slightly flushed faces and showed a rare girlish charm.

Yalan smiled and said, "Alright, Will, Lapis, although I didn't want to disturb you, please be mindful of the occasion. Alright, Will, now I have a question for you. I want to know what kind of barrier you used to block Esda's final attack wave?"

"Yes, Will, I've been wanting to ask you that question too, but I was really too embarrassed to bother you and the princess." Fiana even knew how to tease me now; it seems she must have been inspired by Eileen earlier. It wasn't just those two who wanted to ask this question. Aside from Dean Dante and Melina, who seemed to understand what I had done, everyone else was looking at me expectantly, their foreheads practically screaming "curiosity."

"Well… actually, there are many things in this world that can't be explained," I said, reiterating my catchphrase. Except for Melina and others who were already familiar with it, everyone else stared at me in astonishment.

Dora said irritably, "I knew you'd say that. Every time someone asks you, you say 'actually, there are many things in this world that can't be explained.' Come on, can't you come up with something original?" Dora's words caused a stir among the crowd.

"What? Will, you're so unfair!" Fett grumbled, looking disgruntled.

Yalan was even more direct, giving me a sharp rap on the head: "Will, you dared to play us for fools! Tell the truth!"

"Yeah, tell us…" Celia and the others chimed in.

"Ouch, Yalan, you really hit me hard!" I muttered, rubbing my forehead where I'd been hit.

"Yalan?" Fiana was the first to notice something was wrong. "Instructor Yalan, what happened?" Her words caused the other women to realize what was happening, and they all looked at Yalan. Under everyone's gaze, Yalan's face flushed red. Not knowing how to explain, she angrily gave me another hard slap on the forehead. "Aren't you going to tell me?"

"It hurts... You can ask Dean Dante, he should know." I said, rubbing my forehead.

"Grandpa, do you really know?" Yalan, afraid others would press the issue of how she addressed him, quickly asked Dean Dante.

"I know," Dean Dante said slowly, making Yalan grit her teeth in anger. "Grandpa, if you know, why didn't you say so? I shouldn't have asked that wretched guy."

"You didn't ask me, and besides, wouldn't it be more interesting to let that guy suffer a little?" Dean Dante said with a sly grin.

"Dean, stop keeping us in suspense! Just tell us already!" Befir seemed impatient, urging us on.

"Seeing how curious you all are, I'll tell you," Dean Dante said, glancing at everyone. "Will used a Light-type ultimate protective barrier—Divine Protection—in front of himself, reflecting the attack wave back completely. 'Elemental Blessing' was destroyed by its own magic. What a pity to see such a powerful artifact ruined like that."

"A Light-type ultimate protective barrier—'Divine Protection'? Isn't that an ultimate spell that only a 'Saint Archmage' could use? Could Will be a 'Saint Archmage'?" The speaker was Bing Qian, known as the "Ice Flower." Being a fourth-year student, her knowledge far surpassed others. Hearing Dean Dante mention "Divine Protection," she guessed my strength. However, the term "Saint Archmage" was only found in legends. She realized what she had said as soon as it left her mouth, and the usually cold and aloof girl covered her mouth in surprise, as if she had revealed a colossal secret.

However, this was indeed a huge secret. Although everyone knew I was very strong, they didn't know exactly how strong I was. Generally speaking, they assumed my magical level had reached that of a "Grand Archmage." While mages of this level were extremely rare, the presence of Dean Dante made it more palatable. But upon hearing Bingqian utter the words "Saint Archmage," their minds went completely blank. The entire hall fell silent. Apart from Dean Dante and Melina, who already knew, everyone else gaped, not daring to breathe. Even the seasoned General Hawke and Uncle Dart were stunned.

This was understandable. "Grand Archmage" was considered the limit of what human mages could achieve, while "Saint Archmage" was an unattainable height. People had only ever heard legends about "Saint Archmages," and no human "Saint Archmage" had ever appeared in official records. Luvia, Sistine, and Irene reacted relatively well, but the most intense reactions came from Vivian, Eliza, and Tracy. Their eyes widened as if they were about to pop out, and their cherry-like mouths were agape enough to fit a duck egg. I dare say, such expressions are absolutely rare to see again—an expression of utter shock and disbelief.

“As expected of fourth-year students, their knowledge is indeed broader.” Dean Dante’s words brought everyone back to their senses. “Bingqian is right, Will has indeed reached the level of ‘Saint Archmage.’ Now that we know this, we can’t tell anyone else.” Everyone nodded silently, their expressions complex as they glanced at me from time to time. Dean Dante continued, still shaken, “In that critical situation, ‘Divine Protection’ was perhaps the only way to avoid injury. No wonder Esda was so determined to win. If it had been anyone else, the outcome of today’s duel would have been the opposite.”

Everyone wore solemn expressions. Only now did they truly understand the perilous situation I had been in. It felt like I had walked through the gates of hell and returned, and that was indeed the case. Of course, they didn’t know how I felt at the time. In fact, everything was under my control. With Esda and ‘Elemental Blessing,’ there was no way they could have harmed me. But all of this could only be kept in my heart; I couldn’t tell them.

"Vell, the moonlight is really beautiful tonight." When you're in a good mood, everything looks good. Lapis gently sat on the pavilion railing and pulled me over, nestling against my shoulder, her face full of happiness and joy. I didn't say anything, just quietly sat down to admire the scenery before me, feeling this warmth and tranquility. A cold wind blew by, and Lapis felt a little chilly, snuggling closer to me. I gently asked, "Are you cold?"

"No...it's very cool...ah...ah...achoo..." Lapis tried to pretend she was fine, but this sneeze betrayed her.

"Haha...haha...you...you...haha..." We both burst into laughter, laughing so hard we almost fell over.

"Ah, I've got it, come with me." I suddenly seemed to remember something, lightly lifting Lapis's slender waist and using levitation to fly up, stopping at the height of the Fireflower tree canopy.

"What are you doing? What mischievous idea are you up to?" Lapis asked with a coquettish laugh. I didn't answer Lapis, but instead quickly absorbed the magical elements around me, leaving her utterly bewildered.

"Go," I said softly, flicking countless small magical orbs of various colors from my hand. These orbs were green, red, yellow, blue—all sorts of colors, incredibly cute. As if alive, they flew into the nearby sea of velvet flowers. In no time, all the magical orbs quickly returned, each trailing a long tail made of velvet petals. Countless beautiful orbs, carrying countless fragrant velvet petals, danced around Lapis and me as if they were alive, a truly beautiful sight.

Lapis, seeing this beautiful scene, showed delight on her face and reached out to stroke a green orb. But the little orb playfully turned and flew away, its petal tail gently brushing against the back of Lapis's hand. Lapis slowly withdrew her hand, only to find a vibrant red velvet petal remaining in her palm. She gently sniffed the petal, a refreshing fragrance filling her nostrils. In a magnetic voice, I whispered in Lapis's ear, "Do you like it?"

"I like it," Lapis giggled and nodded, giving me a light kiss.

"There are even more beautiful ones," I said, waving my hand. The orbs of light swiftly shed their tails. Countless velvet petals drifted around us, a beautiful sight. Then they quickly combined, forming a petal-covered bench. I pulled Lapis onto

the petal bench; it felt so soft, so comfortable, so fragrant. "Yay, so wonderful!" Lapis exclaimed excitedly as she sat on the petal bench. Like a child, she looked around, plucking petals and blowing them into the air, having a wonderful time. I then created a light blue barrier around the perimeter. From the outside, the barrier appeared deep blue, obscuring the view inside. However, from the inside out, it was only a light blue, not obstructing vision but adding a warm and romantic feel.

I secured the petal-shaped bench to the barrier and cast anti-gravity magic inside, creating a weightless environment. The sudden weightlessness caught Lapis off guard, who was playing happily, off guard, and she cried out in surprise as she floated up. I gently hugged Lapis and gave her a playful smile. The two of us embraced tightly inside the barrier. Lapis chuckled, but I looked at her with a serious expression. This expression made Lapis laugh, but as she laughed, her laughter gradually faded, because an unprecedented seriousness flashed in my eyes.

"You…you…is there something you want to say?" Lapis asked nervously.

"I want to tell you…" "What?" Lapis asked anxiously.

"I love you." Those three soft words, like a deafening roar, stunned Lapis. My voice roused her from her daze: "Do you love me?"

"I love you...of course I love you..." Lapis suddenly burst into tears, pounding her fist on my chest. Seeing Lapis in my arms like a child, I suppressed my own excitement and sealed her small mouth with my burning lips. We kissed passionately, a kiss so intense, so wild. Our breathing grew heavy, and we let out groans like wild beasts. At that moment, we had lost our reason, nor did we need it; we only knew to express our most fervent love in the most primal way.

After a long while, our burning lips parted, a glistening strand of saliva still clinging to the corner of our mouths. A raging fire burned in our eyes, and our bodies transformed into a flame capable of incinerating the entire world; any restraint was superfluous. With a soft "hiss," Lapis's top disintegrated into countless pieces of fabric that scattered in all directions. Lapis instinctively cried out in surprise, frantically trying to cover her full, rounded breasts. But this attempt at concealment was utterly ineffective. I finally saw Lapis's alluring body.

Lapis's skin was fair, appearing mysteriously beautiful in the slightly bluish light. Her breasts trembled in shock; though not particularly large, they were exquisitely shaped, especially the two red nipples, which were so delicate and adorable that I was mesmerized. My gaze shifted downwards; Lapis's slender waist was so delicate it seemed one could encircle it with one hand, swaying gracefully in my arms, tracing beautiful and alluring curves. A fiery red velvet petal drifted down onto Lapis's lovely navel, adding a touch of sensuality and stimulating allure.

I couldn't resist lowering my head to gently kiss Labis's slender waist. The wonderful touch of Labis's smooth skin was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but kiss every inch of her skin with an addictive passion. The tingling, itchy sensation made Labis moan and writhe, her hands running through my hair, frantically kneading it. My lips moved upwards, and my teasing hands climbed up to Labis's breasts. Labis trembled all over from the stimulation, murmuring something incoherently. I greedily sucked and wildly kneaded, as if I wanted to devour Labis whole.

Labis responded to me passionately, shyly opening herself up to me. Suddenly, a mischievous hand reached into Labis's virgin territory, which she had guarded for sixteen years. It turned out that, without her noticing, I had stripped away the last bit of clothing covering Labis's body. Labis was struck as if by lightning, her whole body tensing up. A pair of long, slender, fair legs were pressed tightly together, blocking the wicked hand from entering her sacred realm. An unprecedented, intense pleasure surged through Lapis's every cell like a tidal wave, a rebellious thrill rushing to her brain, making Lapis revel in this unrestrained joy. I quickened my assault on Lapis, who lay limply in my arms, panting softly, utterly powerless.

"I'm coming, Lapis..." I was at the gates, but out of respect for her, I wanted to hear her wishes aloud.

"Come on... Will... pierce me..." Lapis murmured, her hands around my back pressing me down. I thrust forcefully, truly piercing the unsuspecting Lapis.

"Ah!" Lapis cried out, a sharp, tearing pain making her tremble all over. Lapis had bid farewell to her beautiful girlhood. Soon, the pain was replaced by unprecedented pleasure.

"Are you ready? My dear little darling," I whispered in Lapis's ear.

"Mmm," Lapis replied without a word, simply swaying her slender, snake-like waist, answering me with her actions. I said nothing more, for at this moment, words were unnecessary. I moved violently, loving Lapis with all my passion. At the same time, the petal-covered bench within the barrier rapidly transformed, becoming a soft, heart-shaped bed, bearing the weight of Lapis and my every thrust. Meanwhile, the remaining petals and orbs of light formed a beautiful little tent around us. The tent slowly rotated, creating this most romantic love nest.

Lapis, receiving my thrusts, enjoyed indescribable pleasure: "Mmm... Will... harder... oh... yes... uh... faster... mmm... ah... ah ah... ah ah..." I thrust rapidly, wanting only to bring Lapis to orgasm again and again, to let her revel in pleasure. In the layers of orgasms, Lapis soared towards the clouds, and I, too, approached my climax under the stimulation of her climax.

"Mmm... Lapis... Oh... Good... Mmm... Ah... I'm... I'm going to cum..." Stimulated by Lapis's countless orgasms, I also reached my climax. I inserted my jade rod into Lapis's womb and ejaculated my nectar inside, taking her to the clouds as well.

"Ah... Mmm... Will... Come... Oh... Eeya... Ah ah... Ah ah..." Lapis cried out, reaching another climax. In this love hut, Lapis and I experienced one peak of pleasure after another, experiencing the most baptism of love. When the first rays of dawn shone on the edelweiss forest, Lapis and I were exhausted. Seeing Lapis's satisfied smile, I whispered, "Was it beautiful?"

Lapis looked at me shyly, gently kissed my forehead, and said, "So beautiful. With your love this time, I have no regrets even if I die." Saying this, Lapis fell into a deep sleep in my arms.

"Don't make it sound so scary. What death? I'll love you forever," I muttered, then used teleportation magic to take Lapis back to her room.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ I was reluctantly woken up by Weiss, but there was nothing I could do. None of those people had gone back yesterday, and the Earl's mansion was big enough to handle twenty or thirty more people. After helping Lapis and me get dressed, I let Weiss and Dalanie leave first, because there was something important I hadn't done yet.

Lapis, seeing me send Weiss and Dalanie away, asked in confusion, "Weir, aren't we going out yet? There are still so many people waiting outside."

"Lapis, don't rush, we still have something important to do." I smiled and walked towards Lapis, taking the necklace I had given her from her neck.

“Will, why did you take off the necklace?” Lapis asked, puzzled, staring at me with a head full of questions.

“Because you don’t need it anymore…” Just as I spoke, the necklace returned to its original form—the “Ring of Love.” Lapis looked at me in amazement and said, “What a beautiful ring, Will, how did you do that?”

I smiled without answering, and put the “Ring of Love” on her hand. At the same time, I took out a crystal card and handed it to her, saying, “Lapis, I don’t have time to explain it to you right now. You can ask Melina and the others later; they will tell you. Now we should go out.” Although Lapis was full of doubts, she stopped talking after hearing what I said.

When I led Lapis by the hand into the hall, everyone, including Melina, was stunned by Lapis’s beauty. Lapis, who had just experienced lovemaking, had a face full of happiness, her slightly flushed face was delicate and beautiful, and she had a mature and beautiful temperament that she did not usually have. She was already a stunning beauty, but now she was almost as radiant as Melina.

“Sister Lapis, you’re even more beautiful than yesterday!” Vivian curiously took Lapis’s hand, looking her up and down, constantly clicking her tongue in amazement. Even the renowned “Ice and Snow Twins,” known for their aloof beauty, looked at Lapis with surprise, not to mention Xue Nier, who had always been like a sister to Lapis. Naturally, she was the most astonished to suddenly discover such a drastic change in Lapis. In an instant, all the women surrounded Lapis, praising her incessantly, while Lapis was both shy and delighted.

I took the opportunity to walk over and sit down next to Fett. Fett smiled mysteriously and said, “Ville, you’re really something.” His words were ambiguous and quite intriguing. I had no time to pay attention to his teasing, because my attention was focused on Dean Dante, Uncle Dart, and General Hawke. Although they all seemed to be in good spirits, they had dark circles under their eyes, as if they hadn't slept well. I couldn't help but ask curiously, "Dean Dante, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Dean Dante laughed and said, "The three of us were too excited to sleep last night, so we just chatted all night. You little rascal, you're something else, eating and sleeping like nothing happened."

Fett also said enthusiastically, "Yeah, me too. Just thinking about the thrilling scene of the duel makes my blood boil." This martial arts fanatic, there's no way to deal with him. Unexpectedly, after saying that, he nudged me with his elbow and said, "Will, so, have you thought it over?"

"Think about what?" I had just woken up and didn't react immediately.

"You'll teach me swordsmanship, you saw it yourself, my sister Eliza is very good." I was really exasperated with him, actually using his own sister as a condition for the deal.

“Hey, what kind of irresponsible brother are you?” I said discontentedly, but Fett just shrugged and smiled, seemingly unconcerned. Dean Dante suddenly interjected, “Will, would you be interested in becoming an instructor at the academy?”

“Instructor? Dean, please spare me. Do you think I can be an instructor?” I said with a wry smile, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll mislead the students?”

“Will, I think you’d be a good instructor. Why don’t you give it a try?” It was Melina who spoke. While I was talking to Dean Dante and the others, the women also let go of Lapis and took their seats.

“Yes, Will, why don’t you start a swordsmanship class? I’ll be the first to sign up.” Fett was worried that I wouldn’t agree to teach him swordsmanship, so he was overjoyed to hear this and strongly encouraged me to accept Dean Dante’s suggestion.

“No, a magic class would be better.” Eliza contradicted her brother, immediately eliciting a response from most of the girls: “Yes, a magic class, we’ll all sign up!”

“Eliza—” Fett, his face flushed with anger, glared at his sister before turning to me and saying, “Will, you can’t listen to them.” Honestly, I hadn’t even agreed to be a tutor yet, and they were already arguing.

Dean Dante chuckled, “Will, it seems you’re quite popular. You don’t need to make a decision so quickly; you can think about it first. However, there’s one thing I can tell you now: you’ve graduated.” While Dean Dante’s words weren’t surprising, they did create an astonishing record in the academy’s history: graduating from the academy in less than a month, without a single formal test, and graduating with negative 1000 credits.

Dean Dante glanced at the calm-faced crowd and smiled slyly, "This is nothing surprising, of course, but what I'm about to announce will definitely surprise you. However, you must promise to keep it a secret."

"Dean, please tell us! We promise we won't tell anyone!" Celia couldn't help but urge him on first. Perhaps because she was quite familiar with me, she wasn't reserved around Dean Dante, Yalan, and the others.

"Yes, Dean, please tell us!" The genius magical girl, Tracy, also urged. This little girl probably wasn't familiar with me yet; she rarely spoke when I was around, appearing very quiet. This was quite different from the impression I'd heard from others, because all the information I'd gathered indicated that this seemingly well-behaved girl was actually quite fiery.

Dean Dante smiled and glanced at everyone, then slowly announced, "I want to announce that Will will be the next Dean of 'Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy,' the thirty-fifth Dean." Seeing the stunned crowd, Dean Dante added, "By the way, Will will also become my grandson-in-law, and your instructor Yalan's husband."

"What?!" Everyone present was stunned, except for Yalan and me. Yalan blushed and secretly glanced at me before lowering her head. From her reaction, I knew Dean Dante must have discussed this with her beforehand; otherwise, given her personality, she would have jumped up in surprise. I also somewhat understood why Dean Dante was in such a hurry to announce this news. It was probably because after yesterday's duel, my marriage to Princess Lapis was settled, and to avoid any unforeseen complications, Dean Dante couldn't wait to announce this news.

"Hey, Dean Dante, you're really not being fair! Why didn't you tell us such important news last night? You're really good at keeping quiet." "Uncle Dart and General Hawke both said with some dissatisfaction.

"Well, if I had told you earlier, would you still be surprised now?" Dean Dant said with a sly smile.

"Dean Dant, these things weren't decided today, were they?" Uncle Dart noticed my reaction.

"Of course, such a big thing was decided a long time ago, it's just that I'm telling you today. Originally, I didn't plan to announce it so early, but because this duel has caused such a big stir, I think it's better to say it sooner." Dean Dant explained to everyone.

"Did the dean of the academy decide based on just one sentence?" General Hawke obviously felt that this was too hasty.

"Of course it's not that simple, the process in between cannot be explained in a few words." Dean Dant said.

"Then there should be some kind of token or ceremony, right?" General Hawke pressed on.

"Of course, the ceremony has already been held, and the token has been given to Will. Do you think I'd fool Will?" Dean Dante said with a smirk, then said to me, "Will, let them see the token." All eyes immediately focused on me. I raised my left hand, extending my little finger, and the red ring was particularly eye-catching.

"This ring... seems to have been around for a while..." Lilia pointed at the red ring and said, "I thought Will made some kind of magical artifact, but it turns out this is the token..." "

This red ring is the token used by the Dante family for generations to designate the successor of the Dean of 'Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy.' Accepting this ring also means taking on more responsibility." Dean Dante sighed and said, "This has been a worry of mine for nearly twenty years. Now I can finally entrust the academy to Will and Yalan with peace of mind." He glanced at everyone again and continued, "When I designated Will as my successor, I also designated Yalan's fiancé. Now you all understand, right?"

"Oh, I see. Then congratulations to Instructor Yalan." "Celia and Fanny teased Yalan with laughter.

"Yes, we really should congratulate Instructor Yalan..." Fiana, Xue Nier, and the others chimed in, making the usually aloof Yalan blush deeply, but unable to retaliate.

Dean Dant chuckled, coming to Yalan's rescue, "Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore, we should go back to the academy." As he spoke, he stood up. Everyone else stood up as well, bidding farewell to Uncle Dart. I didn't go back to the academy with them because I noticed the look Uncle Dart gave me.

After seeing Dean Dant and the group of girls off, only Uncle Dart, General Hawk, and I remained. Uncle Dart spoke first, "Will, actually, I wanted you to stay because I wanted to talk to you about the princess."

"Lapis? What is it?" "I asked with some surprise, noticing the grim expressions on Uncle Dart's and General Hawke's faces, clearly indicating something serious.

General Hawke said, "It's like this, Will, we hope you can help Princess Lapis win the throne. To be honest, we know that neither you nor Princess Lapis are particularly interested in it, but for the happiness of all the people of the kingdom, we cannot let Prince Beirut or Marquis Martin have their way."

Uncle Dart continued, "No matter what happens in the future, we cannot let those two insidious fellows, Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin, succeed in their schemes. I think His Majesty the King is also unwilling to hand the throne to Prince Beirut, because he knows that his second son is ruthless and that his becoming king would not be a blessing for the people. His Majesty the King has wanted to hand the throne to Princess Lapis for a long time, but because Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin are both very powerful, it has been delayed until now. Now, I think with your support, His Majesty the King will be determined to hand the throne to Princess Lapis, as can be seen from the condition that His Majesty the King agreed to marry Princess Lapis to you."

“I actually least want to get involved in this kind of royal power struggle, but it seems unavoidable now. Don’t worry, I won’t stop Lapis from becoming queen, and I’m not interested in this king either.” I first stated my position to the two of them to avoid making them worry. Seeing that they both showed relieved smiles, I then asked, “Uncle Dart, Uncle Hawke, think about it, given Prince Beirut’s character, would he allow the king to pass the throne to Lapis?” General

Hawke exclaimed in surprise, “Vell, you mean Prince Beirut would…”

I smiled slightly and said, “Prince Beirut is a ruthless man; you must not underestimate him. For the throne, he even wanted to eliminate Lapis; what wouldn’t he do? As for that Marquis Martin, he’s an old fox. He won’t make a move easily before the successor to the throne is clear; we can ignore him for now.”

Uncle Dart said with some worry, “So, the possibility of Lapis obtaining the throne is not very high?” I smiled slightly and said, "

It's not that pessimistic. In fact, King Prester V knows very well what kind of person his son is. If he really wants to pass the throne to Lapis, he will definitely come to you soon and ask for your support. Otherwise, what's the use of passing the throne to Lapis if he lacks support? As the monarch, he understands better than us what the struggle for the royal throne means." General Hawke and Uncle Dart nodded repeatedly upon hearing this. I continued, "If Prince Beirut decides to take action, your faction may be the first to be targeted and eliminated."

General Hawke nodded and said, "That's right. We have long been a thorn in the side of Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin. They have wanted to deal with us for a long time, but I will not let them succeed."

Uncle Dart said calmly, "General, we still need to be careful." General Hawke nodded without speaking. I remembered the armor I had given to Uncle Dart, and thought, why not give General Hawke a set too? Besides, although that girl, Shirley, seemed to have a grudge against me, I didn't dislike her. Who knows, maybe one day I really will become General Hawke's son-in-law. Thinking of this, I took out a set of armor from my pocket, just like the one Uncle Dart had, and handed it to General Hawke, saying, "Uncle, this is a set of armor with magical protection. Consider it a small token of my appreciation."

"Give it to me? How can I accept this?" General Hawke declined, "You should give it to your father-in-law, Dart..."

Uncle Dart chuckled and said, "General, please accept it. I already have one, and I don't think the day you become his father-in-law is far off..." Uncle Dart said with a smile as he stuffed the armor into General Hawke's hands.

“Dart, since you put it that way, then I’ll accept it without hesitation.” General Hawke smiled as he took it, then said to me, “Will, my daughter lost her mother at a young age, and I’ve been away for years, rarely taking care of her, so she’s developed a rather eccentric temperament. Few can tolerate her, and she has very few friends. But recently, I’ve noticed she’s become much more cheerful, often telling me about your amusing experiences at the academy. Although she won’t admit it, I know she likes you.”

Honestly, why tell me all this? It’s making me feel a little embarrassed. Of course, this is only because it’s about Shirley. If it were someone else, like a gentle girl like Sister Kelly, I would have already assured General Hawke that I would treat his daughter well. Unfortunately, it’s Shirley, so I can’t really say anything. Uncle Dart chuckled, helping me out of the awkward situation: "General, let the children handle their own affairs. I used to be even more worried about Mel not getting married than you are now, look at us now..."

General Hawke also noticed my embarrassed expression, patted my shoulder and laughed: "That's true, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, Will, don't take it to heart. By the way, Dart, shouldn't we be going now?" Uncle Dart

nodded and said to me: "Will, General Hawke and I have things to do, what about you?"

"I still have to go to the academy, we can go out together." Uncle Dart, General Hawke, and I left the Earl's mansion together, and then parted ways at the street corner.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ A happy occasion puts one in a good mood, and that's how I entered the "Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy". Just as I was wondering what expressions and reactions the teachers and students would have when they saw me again, I saw several girls walking towards me with bright smiles. I returned what I thought was a gentle smile. But what the girls said next startled me.

"Hello, Professor Will." "Professor Will, what course are you going to teach?" "Professor Will, when are you going to start classes?" Faced with the girls' greetings, I was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered and hurriedly said "Hello" to them before running towards the academy's bulletin board.

Just as I expected, Dean Dante, that old fox, was quick to act. A new announcement had already been posted on the bulletin board, which read: "Announcement from Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy Regarding the Early Graduation of Will Randy from Class G of the First Year: In view of the extraordinary magical abilities and swordsmanship skills displayed by Will Randy from Class G of the First Year in his duel with Viscount Esda, the Dean's Office has decided to grant Will Randy early graduation and appoint him as a guest senior instructor of this academy." The announcement was signed "Dean of Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy: Richard Dante," and dated "January 26th, 7992 of the Continental Calendar."

I have to admire Dean Dante's cunning; he actually forced me into the position of "guest senior instructor," but the initiative is still in my hands—this instructorship is something I have to accept. The next moment, I appeared in the "Dean's Office." Dean Dante was looking down at some documents. When he looked up and saw me suddenly appear in his office, he didn't say anything but took a document from a drawer and handed it to me.

I took the document and glanced at it: "A graduation certificate?" It read: "Because student Will Randy of this school is exceptionally gifted, and his martial arts and magic have exceeded the school's teaching standards, he is hereby granted graduation by special exception." Below was the handwritten signature of Dean Richard Dante and the magical seal of "Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy." This document was my graduation certificate. For many, this graduation certificate meant money, beautiful women, status, and wealth, but for me, it was something dispensable.

I carefully put the certificate away and couldn't help but complain to Dean Dante, "Dean, I haven't even decided whether I want to be a tutor yet, how could you make such a decision on your own?"

Dean Dante smiled, narrowing his eyes, "Well, don't blame me, it was Yalan who asked me to add it. If you want to argue, go talk to her."

"Is that so?" I immediately lost my temper. If it was Yalan's idea, then that would be a different story, besides, I never intended to do anything to Dean Dante in the first place.

Dean Dante chuckled, "Will, it seems you're quite popular. Several groups of students have already come to inquire about what courses you're going to teach and when they'll start. So I suggest you give it a try." He deliberately lowered his voice, adding, "And they're all young girls, so you don't regret it later." What does this old fox take me for?

"Dean, I'll think about it." Pretending not to hear his last words, I said calmly, "I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to find Yalan." With that, I vanished from the dean's office and appeared in Yalan's room. Yalan was sitting in the room, staring blankly out the window. Was she thinking of me?

"Sister Yalan, were you thinking of me?" I suddenly appeared behind Yalan, startling her.

"You little pervert, you scared me to death!" Yalan recognized me and playfully punched me, "Who would be thinking of you, you little pervert? Why aren't you with your princess? What are you doing here?" Her voice held a hint of resentment; was she jealous?

"What's wrong, Yalan? Are you jealous too?" I smiled and approached her. Yalan blushed and retorted, "Jealous? Who would be jealous?" Although she wouldn't admit it, she was definitely jealous. I reached out and pulled her into my arms, sealing her cherry lips with mine, wanting to kiss her to my heart's content.

Yalan let out a soft moan, and before she could struggle, she was already weak from my kisses and collapsed into my arms. This was our third kiss, but it all felt a little... something. I gently held her fragrant lips, indulging in the intoxicating aroma of her breath. Yalan couldn't help but slip her delicate, soft tongue into my mouth. Of course, I wouldn't let her tongue leave, greedily sucking and teasing it, using that sensitive, nimble tongue to convey messages of love to her. Silence spoke volumes, but it wasn't absolute silence; her soft breaths and moans occasionally escaped her lips.

This kiss lasted longer than the previous two, until Yalan's breathing became rapid, her face flushed, and her little nose flared rapidly. Only then did I finally pull my lips away, satisfied. Yalan's face was radiant, like a peach blossom in spring. She was slightly panting, her breasts heaving, barely managing to maintain her composure, and said softly but with a hint of anger, "Will, stop this. Let go. Are you trying to make me angry?"

Hearing Yalan's angry words, I felt a sudden jolt in my heart. My hands, which had been reaching for Yalan's clothes, immediately stopped at her clothes. Although I was now irresistibly drawn to her, upsetting Yalan was no laughing matter. Just as I was pondering a way to please both of us, Yalan noticed my grip weakening and slowly began to wriggle forward. As Yalan felt herself about to escape my grasp, I also felt her about to leave my arms. In that instant, I made a decision.

I hugged the beautiful woman tightly in my arms, pulling Yalan into my embrace once more. I felt a pair of hands roaming over her soft breasts. Yalan turned to look at my handsome face, about to scold me again, when my hands suddenly pinched her nipples. Startled, Yalan let out a soft moan, a moan that undoubtedly made me, already torn between reason and desire, choose the right path. I smiled wickedly at Yalan, then whispered in her flushed ear, "Yalan, you can't escape this time. You'd better be a good teacher."

Perhaps it was a professional habit, but upon hearing me mention "teacher," Yalan suddenly found strength and tried to push me away, scolding, "What's a good teacher? Explain it to me, Will." This statement, which should have been absolutely effective against me, only strengthened my resolve. I expertly removed Yalan's clothes, smiling wickedly, "Explain? Yalan, what are these things?"

I reached into Yalan's honeyed depths, and we both immediately heard a soft splash. I then waved my fingers, glistening with her juices, in front of her eyes. Only then did Yalan realize she was already overflowing with desire, unconsciously becoming aroused. Blushing, Yalan said she didn't know, then buried her head in my chest. I shifted to a missionary position, kissing her passionately, my tongue swirling inside her mouth, while my hands explored her entire body, searching for her sensitive spots.

Yalan, kissed, could only let out soft moans. She felt her body heating up, and felt my hands everywhere, constantly caressing her. Then my mouth left her lips, instead sucking on her nipples. Once her mouth was free, Yalan didn't ask me to stop; instead, she let out alluring moans, her body writhing, responding to my onslaught.

Seeing Yalan's state, I could no longer restrain myself, and with a voice filled with desire, I said, "Sister Yalan, I'm coming, heh." At my command, I pried open the fleshy gate of her honeyed orifice with one hand and thrust my spear straight in. Yalan felt the enormous thing enter her lower body, knowing her virginity was over. She hugged me tightly, moaning softly, "This humble gate... um... now opens for you..."

My jade pestle had reached the last line of defense of her virginity. Hearing Yalan's words, I declared to the heavens and earth, "Sister Yalan, from now on you are my woman, you are mine." My waist sank, and Yalan felt a sharp pain. Just as she was about to cry out, I kissed her again, and her cry turned into a beautiful moan. Only when the pain subsided and her body writhed did our lips part. I laughed, "Let's start the fun... Sister Yalan..." After Yalan hummed in agreement, I began my piston-like movements.

"Ah... ah... so good... ah... inside... a little deeper..." Yalan began to moan loudly under my thrusting. The friction between my jade pestle and her flesh walls produced waves of tingling pleasure, which intensified with each thrust, prompting me to increase the speed of my thrusts. Each thrust was slow yet powerful. Sometimes I pressed deepest, grinding against her clitoris, sometimes gently teasing her nipple at the exit. As

my jade pestle touched her clitoris, a cool sensation emanated from her lower body, traveling through my penis to my entire body, bringing me back to my senses from the flames of desire. Though my consciousness was clear, my penis seemed to possess an even stronger and more ferocious power, making it even harder for her to bear. I maintained this strange clarity, attacking boldly. Admiring Yalan's ecstatic expression, controlling every reaction of her body, the feeling was like admiring flowers in a garden, completely absorbed in the experience.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...I can't go on..." Yalan cried out more frantically with each of my movements.

"Ah...I...I'm going to climax..." Yalan cried out urgently, her vagina beginning to convulse and tighten. We pressed tightly together, moaning with each other's rhythm, waves of intense pleasure washing over us. Falling from one peak, then being tossed from a trough to an even higher peak, we climbed upwards in a winding path. Finally, we reached the highest peak, and then plummeted down at an unimaginable speed.

"Ah...ah...ah ah...I...ah...ah ah..." As I brought Yalan to climax, my penis trembled and ejaculated into her body. The feeling of climax was like entering another dimension, an indescribable sense of exhilaration flowing through us. We gasped for breath, our palms pressed together, our hearts touching, feeling each other's breath and heartbeat.

"You little rascal, you were naughty to the princess last night, and now you're doing this to me..." Yalan nestled against my chest, too shy to continue. I stroked her smooth, silky skin, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her hair, and said with a smile, "You know, it's the princess's first time too, and I can't bear to let her suffer too much."

"So, you feel sorry for the princess, so you're humiliating me?" Yalan grabbed my ear and questioned me.

"Sister Yalan, let go! I was very gentle just now. Besides, I treated everyone equally, otherwise you'll get jealous and say I'm biased?" Women are troublesome, especially jealous women; I know this all too well.

"You say I'm jealous? Ask yourself, you proposed to the king in front of so many people, how much face did Lapis have? Think about what you've done to me—you made me lose face in front of the whole school, and you say I'm jealous?" Yalan said with a wronged expression, looking like

she was about to cry. "Sister Yalan, don't cry. I know I was wrong before, I'll definitely treat you well," I said, hugging Yalan tightly.

"It's not hard for me to forgive you, as long as you agree to one condition." A sly smile appeared on Yalan's face.

"Sister Yalan, tell me, I'll agree to whatever you ask." Thinking about it, I really felt bad for Yalan, making her lose face in front of everyone. Consider it compensation, so I agreed without even thinking.

"You said it yourself, I want you to listen to me from now on." Yalan said with a smile, but seeing my slight hesitation, her expression immediately changed: "I knew you were lying to me. You want to play around and then dump her?"

A woman's face changes so quickly, I couldn't handle it at all: "I promise, I promise, Sister Yalan, from now on, you can call me to heaven, I'll never go to hell." I wondered if she would forbid me from seeing other women. If that were the case, then it would be troublesome. Yalan seemed to see through my thoughts, and suddenly showed a bright smile: "Don't worry, I won't stop you, you big pervert, from doing bad things..."

"Ah...you...heh...no matter how much you beg tonight, it's no use..." I was a little embarrassed and angry that she had seen through my thoughts. Yalan understood my unspoken meaning and said shyly, "No...no...I...I was just...doed by you today...how...how can it be so...fast..."

I laughed and said, "Then how about tomorrow night...anyway, this big pervert has plenty of time..."

"Don't talk about this kind of thing anymore..." Yalan said shyly, "Weir...are you hungry..." Yalan was afraid that I would continue to make a fuss about this, so she took the initiative to change the subject. But what she said was really timely, it was already noon, and I did feel a little hungry.

"Ah, I'm really hungry, Sister Yalan, where shall we go to eat?" I asked, rubbing my empty stomach.

"Ah...let me cook for you..." Yalan said shyly, which sounded like a wife talking to her husband.

"Okay, I've never eaten Sister Yalan's cooking before." I'm really lucky, to actually have this ice beauty cook for me. While Yalan went to the kitchen to cook, I looked around the room. It was as ordinary as could be, which also showed that Yalan was not a girl who liked to enjoy life.

Thinking back, today's encounter was mostly achieved through a combination of persuasion and coercion. But if I were to actually expect this beautiful professor to throw herself at me, it would be a long wait. On the other hand, if Yalan truly didn't want to, I wouldn't force her. Her refusal was merely a girl's reserve, and the special nature of our teacher-student relationship prevented her from taking the initiative. In this situation, this was probably the most effective approach. If I were to expect Yalan to be as proactive as Labis, that would be a long time coming. Just as I was lost in thought, Yalan walked in, clutching her lower abdomen, and said, "Weir, dinner's ready."

Seeing Yalan's pained expression, I couldn't help but say, "Yalan, why don't you cast a healing spell? That will ease the pain." Yalan blushed and insisted I not do it, saying, "No, it's not as painful as it looks. A day's rest will be enough." It's strange; every time I offer to cast a healing spell for them, they always make excuses. Do they all enjoy pain?

This is the umpteenth time I've encountered this situation. Almost every girl I've deflowered has had this conversation, and I've gotten used to it. It seems that even I, the Lord of Chaos, can't fully understand women's thoughts. I didn't know what to say then, so I just said, "Fine, then let's eat." I gently picked up Yalan and said, "You look uncomfortable even walking, so let me help you."

My tenderness warmed Yalan's heart. She wrapped her arms around my neck, gave a sweet "hmm," and then fell silent, as if enjoying my care. As I carried Yalan out of the hall, I noticed faint bloodstains on the sofa and teased, "Yalan, what are those bloodstains?" Yalan, confused, followed my gaze and saw her own bloodstains. She immediately blushed and angrily said, "It's all your fault, you little devil! What will Grandpa say if he finds out?" Looking at Yalan's

blushing anger, I felt a surge of desire again, but remembering her earlier pained expression, I suppressed it and laughed, "Hehe... the director has been trying to take advantage of me time and time again... hey... now I've won over his granddaughter... it's truly gratifying... no... truly gratifying." "My heart..." Yalan, filled with shame and anger, heard my strange, laughing tone. Her hands, which had been covering her head, immediately gripped her neck, and she said fiercely, "You wicked devil, how dare you joke like that?"

With her neck gripped, I placed Yalan on a chair and smiled, "Sister Yalan, I have something else for you." Hearing that I had something for her, Yalan immediately loosened her grip and said, "What do you have for me?"

I took off the necklace from her neck, and under her gaze, it transformed into a "Ring of Love." Yalan's eyes widened: "So this necklace can turn into a ring... I understand... Did you plan this all along..."

I smiled and placed the ring on her left ring finger, laughing, "Such a precious gift can only be given to the one you love most." I pointed to the bloodstains on the sofa and said, "However, only after completing the 'Ritual of Love' can this ring unleash its full power. Although it's the same thing, this ring is much more powerful than the necklace."

"Who knows if you're just saying that to deceive me?" "Although Yalan was overjoyed, she still couldn't hold back her words. I smiled and pulled her close, then carefully explained the wonders of the 'Ring of Love' to her. Yalan said with some doubt, 'So the 'Ring of Love' is even more powerful than the 'Blessing of the Elements'? How is that possible? Unless you're a god.'

'Hey, that's really not impossible. Maybe I'm some kind of god reincarnated or possessed, which is why I suddenly have such great strength.' Although my heart skipped a beat, I didn't dare show it on my face. '

Tch, you're just bragging. I don't know which god is as lecherous as you. I might believe you if you were some kind of demon king reincarnated, but what demon king knows light magic?' Yalan said with a mocking tone. She did speak the truth; demons couldn't use light magic. Demons were born masters of dark magic.

'Whether I'm a god, a demon, or some kind of monster, you're mine anyway.'" I chuckled and pulled out a crystal card, handing it to Yalan. "What? Donating money again? Ten thousand gold coins, isn't that a bit too little?" Yalan muttered.

"My dear mentor, this is your allowance," I teased. Yalan blushed, remembering the embarrassing scene from earlier, and said coquettishly, "You promised to listen to me, you're the good girl... By the way, why are you giving me so much money? I can't possibly spend it all."

"Spend it slowly if you can't spend it all, everyone gets a share. If you need money for everyone's sake, you can go to Sister Nana, she's the big boss who manages the money," I said with a smile. "Let's eat now, I'm starving." After saying that, I started attacking the food on the table.

"Then eat more," Sister Yalan rolled her eyes at me and asked, "By the way, Will, how have you thought about becoming a mentor?"

"Sister Yalan, didn't you already decide for me? What else do I need to think about?" "I had something in my mouth, so my speech was a little unclear.

'You already know? I thought you didn't.' Yalan deliberately acted like she was making a big fuss, I was really exasperated by her.

'How could I not know? As soon as I entered the school gate, someone said to me, 'Hello, Professor Will,' and I was so scared that my legs started shaking. I thought I misheard.' My exaggerated expression made Yalan giggle: 'I don't believe you. I think you're the one who 'saw that cute girl greeting you with a smile and got all drooling.' '

Sister Yalan, don't make me sound so bad. I'm not that bad at all.' I muttered unhappily. Her words were practically defaming my 'glorious' image, as if I were a lecherous man. That was absolutely nonsense. 'Is that so? Am

I talking nonsense? Dare you say you don't stare blankly and have your heart pound like a drum when you see a pretty girl?' Yalan said with a smile." What?! How did she even know that? This is my absolute secret! I've never told anyone about this strange thing that makes my heart race when I see a pretty girl. How could she know? Then she said something that made me incredibly embarrassed: "It's an open secret that every girl you know knows. You can't deny it even if you want to!"

Glancing at me, who was standing there dumbfounded, Yalan laughed triumphantly, "Don't ask me how I know. I won't tell you... hahaha..." Oh dear, if it's really true that every girl knows, that would be incredibly embarrassing. But I still find it very strange. How did they know? Who discovered it first? But these questions don't matter now. They all know anyway. So what if they know? Can you blame me? Let them laugh. I'm thick-skinned anyway.

Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, Yalan thought I was angry: "Will, why aren't you saying anything? Are you angry?"

"Sister Yalan, look at what you're saying. I'm not a petty man. You can laugh all you want, I don't care. I was thinking—" At this point, I suddenly stopped, focusing on tackling my hunger.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and say it! How can you leave things unfinished like that?" Yalan waited for a long time without hearing anything, and couldn't help but complain.

"Hmm... I'm so full..." I ignored Yalan's angry glare, patted my belly contentedly, and then said, "I was thinking about what subjects I should teach."

Yalan initially thought I was teasing her, but when she heard me say this, she was taken aback, and then said, "This is a bit of a problem. We already had a debate about it this morning. Some people want to learn your swordsmanship, and some people want you to teach magic. What do you think?"

"I don't know, but doesn't the academy already have so many magic instructors and swordsmanship instructors?" I answered truthfully.

Yalan shook her head and said, "But there aren't any instructors as skilled as you. For example, swordsmanship. Isn't Prince Fett desperately wanting you to teach him swordsmanship?"

I smiled wryly and said, "I'll think about it some more before making a decision."

Yalan nodded and said, "Whatever. Nobody's asking you to make a decision right now." I chatted with Yalan for a while longer before getting up to leave. As I was leaving, Yalan said shyly to me, "Will... between us... this... don't go around telling everyone..."

"I won't go around telling everyone, but I need a reward." I said with a smile.

"You little rascal..." Yalan hugged me and gently kissed me, saying, "Satisfied now?" I then laughed and left, leaving Yalan muttering, "Even your laugh is so mischievous?"

Feeling somewhat bored, I wandered aimlessly around the academy for a while, and unknowingly arrived at the small lake separating the male and female dormitories. I lay down on a small, grassy hill. My posture wasn't very elegant; I lay flat on the grass with my arms outstretched in a cross shape, enjoying the sunshine, gazing at the drifting clouds in the distance, my mind wandering back to the events since arriving on this continent, scene after scene flashing before my eyes.

"What are you thinking about all by yourself hiding here?" A sudden voice startled me. I sat up, turned my head, and saw Xue Nier standing not far away, smiling at me.

"It's you..." I replied casually, then lay back down. "Don't you have class? Where's Lapis?"

"Hmph, you only remember Sister Lapis?" Xue Ni'er teased me as she sat down beside me. "Sister Lapis went back to the palace. I just finished class and was about to go back to my dorm when I saw you hiding here sunbathing."

I hummed in agreement. "Oh, is that so? I thought you skipped class too?"

"Who's like you, the King of Skipping Classes?" Xue Ni'er's mischievous nature was on full display. "By the way, Will, since you're so capable, why do you still come to school?"

"Just for fun. After all, I haven't even been to school yet, and I wanted to experience the carefree student life. I didn't expect it to end so soon." I said somewhat listlessly.

"Will, I'm sorry." Xue Ni'er suddenly blurted out after a long silence, which startled me. "What?"

"Please forgive my past ignorance and for saying those rude things to you..." Xue Ni'er said hesitantly.

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up? I've never taken those things to heart." I glanced at Xue Ni'er in surprise, noticing that her pretty face was slightly flushed, revealing a girlish charm I'd never seen before.

Xue Ni'er said softly, "I rarely submit to anyone before, I really didn't expect you to be so strong..."

"That doesn't sound like you, Xue Ni'er, I'm getting goosebumps." I said with a laugh.

"I was being serious with you, and you really are..." Xue Ni'er's angry expression was actually quite beautiful, with a unique charm.

"Don't be angry, I was just joking, don't be so petty." Seeing Xue Ni'er about to leave, I quickly grabbed her. Since I was lying down and Xue Ni'er was sitting, I pulled too hard, and Xue Ni'er let out a soft "whimper" and fell onto me.

The instant Xue Nier looked up, our eyes met. That fleeting glance sent a jolt through both of us. It was a close, intimate gaze, so natural and unpretentious. In that instant, we both saw the other's heart reflected in their eyes; a thousand words unspoken, everything was understood.

Xue Nier's eyes revealed a deep reluctance to part, a tenderness that touched my heart. My eyes resonated with hers. In that instant, a strange flutter stirred in Xue Nier's heart, a resonance of souls that made her want to surrender her entire heart to me. And what I saw in Xue Nier's eyes was a deep, tender affection. Xue Ni'er's eyes overflowed with a deep, unyielding affection, a profound and tender love hidden within them. The moment I saw that intense love in her eyes, I was irresistibly drawn into the intricate web of emotions she had woven.

In that instant when our eyes met, in the enclosed space of our own world, time seemed to stand still. Neither of us spoke, neither moved, we simply gazed at each other. But suddenly, I couldn't help but break the silence. My right hand gently and slowly moved Xue Ni'er's head towards me from behind. As if drawn by my unexpected action, Xue Ni'er instinctively moved her upper body closer to me. Then, my passionate lips suddenly landed on Xue Ni'er's alluring, peach-like lips.

At this moment, Xue Ni'er was startled. She thought I just wanted to have a quiet conversation with her, but she didn't expect my lips to press against hers like that. Now it seemed as if she had offered herself up for a kiss. Instantly, Xue Ni'er was a little flustered, her heart filled with shyness, and she let out a soft moan. Her cheeks flushed red. After all, this was her first kiss. How could she so inexplicably lose herself like this?

But before Xue Ni'er could struggle or react, I had already kissed her right there and then. As our lips met, although she had a girlish reserve, under the aid of my strong right arm, her girlish reserve and struggles seemed to be of no use. When my lips were sealed by hers, Xue Ni'er could only make some muffled, indistinct sounds: "...Mmm...Mmm..."

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