[Urban] The Delicate Body Underneath the Undergarments (Complete) - 10-12

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Chapter Eight: The Foggy Moon Coup

To be honest, this was the first time I'd encountered such a situation. Even if it was because I was treating, it didn't seem to warrant this almost obsequious level, because I clearly saw that some of the dishes at the tables where they were talking hadn't even been touched. I shook my head, saw that one table had indeed finished eating, so I went over, thanked the original host, and sat down. Two beautiful maids had already followed me; one quickly cleared the table, while the other, somewhat blushing and excited, handed me the menu. I was truly confused; what was going on today?

I randomly ordered a few dishes I hadn't tried last time. One maid went to inform the kitchen, while the other, smiling sweetly, sat down on the other side of the table and started chatting with me: "Young Master Will, do you remember my name?"

"Your name is Xiao Pei, right?" Of course, I remembered the names of these two beautiful maids; one was called Xiao Pei, and the other Xiao Wen.

"You really remember? I'm so happy!" Xiao Pei seemed very excited, as if she had found a gold ingot. My doubts deepened. I heard Xiao Pei giggle and ask again, "Young Master Will, why haven't you come for several days?"

"Oh, of course, it's because I haven't had time, although I really want to come here to eat every day," I replied with a smile.

"Young Master Will, why didn't you tell us your name last time? So you're a big celebrity in Garrison City!" Xiao Pei said with a smile. She didn't seem to care much about how I answered her, because before I could answer, she asked another question that left me speechless: "Young Master Will, when are you planning to marry Princess Lapis?"

"Uh... this..." I didn't expect Xiao Pei to ask such a question. Although everyone knew about my relationship with Lapis, no one had ever asked me this question directly. While I was still speechless, Xiaowen came out with a plate of food. Seeing Xiaopei chatting with me, she complained, "Xiaopei, aren't you going to help me serve the food?"

Xiaopei stuck out her tongue at me, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen. Soon, all my dishes were served, and I immediately started enjoying the meal. There was no way around it; it was just so delicious, nothing could compare to home-cooked meals. In less than fifteen minutes, the entire table was empty. Xiaowen, while attentively handing me a napkin, said with a beaming smile, "Young Master Weier, your eating manners aren't very elegant."

"Who cares about table manners when Sister Ziyue's cooking is so delicious?" I replied with a laugh.

Xiaowen chuckled, then asked, "Young Master Will, what were you and Xiaopei talking about? You two seemed to be having a good time."

Hearing this, I couldn't resist teasing her, so I smiled and said, "Xiaopei and I were talking about what kind of boy you like, Xiaowen. She said you like—"

"Don't say it, don't say it!" Xiaowen blushed deeply, waving her hands repeatedly. What a cute girl, so easy to fool. She felt a little embarrassed by my intense gaze and lowered her head, saying, "Young Master Will, please sit for a while. I'll go call the owner to settle the bill."

A moment later, the chubby owner came over, squinting his small eyes, and handed me the bill, saying with a fawning smile, "Young Master Will, you are a rare and honored guest of our humble establishment, making our place shine. So, half of tonight's meal is on me; consider it my treat." Oh, this chubby owner is being so generous today. What's the reason?

"Oh, really? Well, thank you very much, boss." I paid the bill, which was less than a thousand gold coins, nothing to me. Remembering that my purpose today, besides the food, was also to see Miss Ziyue again, I smiled and said, "I'd like to see Miss Ziyue again, is that convenient?"

"Convenient, convenient, I'll go and call Ziyue out to see you right away, please have a seat." The fat boss said with a fawning expression, his attitude completely different from when I came last time. I stopped him with my hand: "No need to trouble you, I'll go to the kitchen to see Sister Ziyue myself."

"Then I'll have Xiao Pei take you there." The fat boss's attitude was almost fawning, which deepened my suspicions. I waved my hand and said, "No need to trouble you, I can go to the kitchen myself."

"Then please, Young Master Will." Leaving the fat boss, I walked through the corridors with ease and came to the sign that read "Kitchen Area, No Trespassing." I took a deep breath and gently pushed open the kitchen door. Sister Ziyue was still wearing that red dress, intently stir-frying fragrant vegetables by the stove, a few beads of sweat glistening on her delicate nose. I was momentarily captivated. She clearly hadn't noticed my intrusion, and not wanting to disturb her, I stood in the doorway, carefully observing her cooking.

The roaring fire and her skillful technique meant that stir-frying a dish was a quick process. In the blink of an eye, a delicate stir-fry was ready, placed on a snow-white porcelain plate. Ziyue, snapping out of her daze, immediately noticed my presence. A look of surprise flashed in her large, astonished eyes, and her cherry-like mouth formed an "O," which she quickly covered with her hand. I think I'll never forget that moment of her startled reaction. After she calmed down, I spoke gently, "Sister Ziyue, my name is Will, and I'm a student at Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy. Don't be afraid, I mean no harm."

Ziyue gave a soft hum and nodded, saying, "So you're Will. Were you the one who wanted to see me that day? May I ask what brings you here?"

"Oh, really, nothing much. I just really admire your cooking skills after tasting your food, so I wanted to meet you. I'm so sorry for rudely intruding and disturbing your cooking today," I said politely. "

Really? Is my cooking really that delicious?" Her previously calm face lit up with excitement and joy, her big eyes fixed on me. She looked so gentle.

I quickly nodded, "It's delicious, absolutely delicious! I really hope I can eat your cooking every time." My mind began to wander. Did she not realize how excellent her cooking was? Or was the fat restaurant owner deliberately saying her cooking wasn't very good in front of her? If it's the former, then so be it; but if it's the latter, then this fat boss is truly despicable.

"Thank you, Young Master Will, I'm very grateful for your praise, Ziyue is very happy." Ziyue's face revealed a gentle smile, unforgettable.

"I wasn't praising you, sister. Your cooking is truly excellent. Also, could you please not call me 'Young Master'? You can just call me Will or 'Little Brother'." I said sincerely.

"Really, can I call you that? Your status is so noble." Ziyue's small mouth suddenly uttered such words, leaving me somewhat bewildered.

"Noble? Heh, I'm just an ordinary commoner, where do I have any nobility to speak of? You calling me 'Young Master' makes me feel quite uncomfortable." I said with a smile.

“Prince Randy, the husband of Princess Lapis, the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Mosby. If such a status isn't considered noble, then what status would be? Will—brother.” Sister Ziyue’s words made me feel like I was about to faint on the spot. Looking at her pretty face, which had a half-smile, I felt like the scene before me was unreal. No wonder someone jumped out to help me out of nowhere earlier. No wonder the fat boss had such an overly obsequious smile today. No wonder that burly man, as thick as a buffalo, had that awkward expression after I gave my name. No wonder…

If what Ziyue said was true, then all the illogical phenomena earlier would be explained. But if it was true, then why was I, the person involved, completely unaware? Could this be a conspiracy by Prince Beirut, deliberately spreading such rumors? But that doesn't make sense either, because he must know that King Prester V intends to pass the throne to Lapis. Spreading such rumors would only be more detrimental to him. As I pondered the various possibilities, I asked Ziyue, "Sister Ziyue, when did you hear about my exaggerated identity?"

“It was this afternoon, when Xiao Pei, who was serving the dishes, told me that everyone in the hall was talking about a young master named Will Randy, and then she told me your identity.” I gave Sister Ziyue a wry smile, wanting to explain to her, but seeing the look in her eyes, I swallowed back the words I was about to say.

What exactly happened? I only needed to ask Lapis to find out. I immediately activated “telepathic communication” and began communicating with Lapis. After I finished speaking, Lapis’s voice rang in my mind: “Will, I only just got home and learned of this news. Father’s decree was delivered before we arrived home. Father has officially announced that he will abdicate in my favor in two months and will officiate our wedding on the day of my ascension.” When she mentioned the wedding, Lapis’s voice was noticeably softer, sounding a little shy, but I sensed more joy in her tone.

“Shall we go see His Majesty now?” I asked Lapis in my mind. “Why did His Majesty announce this news so quickly?”

“I don’t know either. I wanted to ask my father myself, but he instructed the messenger that the news would be announced sooner or later, so we don’t need to see him.” Lapis’s voice followed.

“Oh, I see. Let’s go home and talk then. I’m having dinner at ‘Zhenxiuzhai’ right now.” I said to Lapis.

“Oh, going to see that Sister Ziyue again? Good luck, I won’t bother you anymore.” Lapis chuckled and ended our conversation. Although I felt that Prester V’s behavior was a bit strange, I thought he was right. This news should be announced sooner or later. It didn’t seem to matter much whether it was a day or a day later, so I decided not to think about it for the time being.

“Vell, what’s wrong?” Ziyue looked at me with concern after I hadn’t spoken for a while and asked, “Are you feeling unwell?”

“Nothing, nothing.” I snapped out of my reverie and bid her farewell: "Sister Ziyue, I have to go back now. I'll come see you again later." Without waiting for her reply, I turned and walked towards the hall. Just as I rounded a corridor, I heard Ziyue's voice behind me: "Weir, if you really think my cooking is that delicious, I'll definitely cook for you often..."

I shouted back and quickened my pace towards the hall. The hall was still as noisy as before; many people stood up when they saw me. I glanced through the crowd and saw that the girl named Mona had already left, so I didn't linger. After greeting the portly owner and the two pretty maids, Xiaowen and Xiaopei, I left "Zhenxiuzhai."

When I returned to the Earl's mansion, the women were having dinner, discussing the matter of the heir to the throne. Everyone felt something was strange, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it. Later, Emily, Ya Meng, and the others who had been invited to stay for dinner by Dean Dante returned. The conversation then shifted to my dinner at "Zhenxiuzhai," and when I told them what had happened, they burst into laughter.

March 1st, 7992 (lunar calendar), Thursday—a day destined to be celebrated by future historians. Because of the announcement of the heir to the throne, I, the future Prince Randy, to avoid a repeat of the awkward situation I encountered at "Zhenxiuzhai" yesterday, simply stayed indoors, spending my time chatting and joking with Emily, Sasha, Dalanie, and the others. It was truly a waste of this beautiful, sunny spring day.

Around 3 PM, Melina returned with the women. Except for Yalan, Mengying, and Xinyun, who were still unable to leave, everyone else who was supposed to come had come with Melina. Among them were Patricia, Michael, Rebecca, Emily, and Milia, all of whom were visiting the Earl's mansion for the first time. They enthusiastically toured the mansion, led by Amy, Lilia, and a few other young girls. Of course, Monica, the main character of the day, didn't return with Melina. Melina told me that Monica had gone home at noon to prepare.

About half an hour later, we were ready to leave. At the women's request, I specially changed into a silk moon-white dress. They all praised my white attire, saying it was elegant and dashing. Standing in front of the bronze mirror, looking at myself, I was very satisfied. This white dress made my dark eyes appear even brighter, my slightly upturned lips even more rosy, and my expression even more delicate and harmless. I imagine anyone who sees me will assume I'm from a noble family, otherwise, how could I possess such an elegant and refined air?

The women, of course, also dressed up. Each of them was already a rare beauty, and with this makeover, they looked even more ethereal. Take Amy, for example; she wore a bright red embroidered phoenix-patterned top and a delicate green long skirt, looking like a porcelain doll, like a bride-to-be. I believe any man—of course, I'm excluding them—would stare, eyes glazed over, mouth watering. As for the fiery Dora, she wore a light blue low-cut evening gown, silver high heels, white lace gloves, and a pearl necklace, appearing incredibly pure and lovely. Even I, who knew her background well, was utterly astonished and petrified on the spot.

"You little pervert, staring again. Time to go," Dora said with a light laugh, tapping me on the head. Seeing this, the women all giggled. I rubbed my forehead, which had been smacked, and could only swallow my anger. You see, I was now fighting against dozens of people; I had absolutely no chance of winning.

A moment later, we arrived at Monica's house. Monica's house was slightly smaller than the Earl's mansion. I learned from them that Monica's father had once been a tax collector in the Kingdom of Mosby, but was now retired. Monica's parents were a very kind-looking middle-aged couple, both appearing to be over forty. Seeing us arrive, Monica's father said happily, "You've finally arrived! Monica has been talking about it since noon, wondering why you hadn't come yet."

Monica blushed and said to her mother in a spoiled tone, "Mom, look, Father is bullying me."

Monica's mother smiled lovingly, "You were indeed distracted just now, but you're much better now."

Monica blushed again and threw herself into her mother's arms, saying sweetly, "Mom, you're bullying me too."

Monica's mother smiled and patted her precious daughter, saying lovingly, "Look at you, you're a grown woman now, still acting like a child with your mother. Aren't you afraid the guests will laugh at you?" She then invited us into the house, "Princess Lapis, Prince Randy, and ladies, please come in."

"Auntie, you're too kind. You can just call me Will." I really felt uncomfortable with the title "Prince Randy."

“Yes, Auntie, Monica and I are like sisters. You can just call me Lapis.” Lapis said with a smile.

“How can that be?” Monica’s mother hesitated. After all, this was a society with strict hierarchy. Although she knew the relationship between Monica and us, Lapis was about to become the Queen of the Kingdom of Mosby, and her own daughter could not compare to the princess. No wonder she hesitated.

“If you ask me, Will, Lapis, you’re not addressing each other correctly. Calling me ‘Auntie’ is too formal.” Melina reminded me and Lapis with a smile. Monica’s pretty face turned red immediately. Everyone present understood what Melina meant, and how could Monica not understand?

“Father, Mother.” "Lapis pulled me and gave Monica's parents a deep bow. To be honest, I dreaded this kind of scene. Monica's parents were taken aback by the large bow from Lapis and me, and quickly helped us up: 'You two—how dare you accept this?'

'What's there to be ashamed of? Shouldn't a son-in-law pay respects to his father-in-law and mother-in-law?' Melina said with a smile. Monica's parents beamed with joy upon hearing this, their smiles widening. Although they already knew about my relationship with Monica, I was, after all, the future queen's husband, and there was a significant difference between us.

'Old woman, why don't you invite them inside? What are you standing there for?' Monica's father said with a smile."

"Oh, right, right, good children, come in quickly." Monica's mother snapped out of her reverie and hurriedly ushered us inside. I was a little puzzled as to why I didn't see the brother Monica had mentioned. Monica's mother seemed to read my mind, smiling as she explained, "Monica's brother, Naken, is a knight in the Royal Knights. He won't be back until later." I suddenly understood; so Monica's brother was a knight in the Royal Knights, something Monica hadn't told me.

We sat down around the long round table in the hall. The women took out the small gifts they had prepared, and Monica was naturally very happy, receiving so many that she couldn't accept them all. The gifts the women had prepared for Monica were mostly small trinkets that girls like; the value of the gifts was secondary, the sentiment was what mattered. After all the girls had given their gifts, Luvia jumped onto my shoulder and exclaimed, "Brother Will, we've all given our gifts, shouldn't you bring out yours now?" At this moment, the others giggled and surrounded the blushing Monica, bringing her to me. Except for Sasha, Emily, and three others who knew I was going to give her a magic necklace, everyone else was completely unaware beforehand and stared at me wide-eyed, even Monica's parents, their faces full of curiosity.

Looking at Monica's rosy cheeks, I smiled gently and said, "Sister Monica, please close your eyes." Monica nodded shyly and closed her beautiful eyes. Without haste, I reached into my robes, and when I took it out, everyone present gasped involuntarily, for they all saw the magic necklace radiating a seven-colored light on my hand. Hearing everyone's exclamations, Monica opened her beautiful eyes, her gaze fixed on my hand. She stared blankly for a long while before asking, as if waking from a dream, "This—you're giving it to me?" I smiled and nodded, placing the necklace around her neck.

"Monica, how can you accept such an expensive gift?" Monica's mother, clearly aware of the necklace's value, reminded her daughter. Monica, who had initially looked delighted, became somewhat uneasy upon hearing her mother's words, saying, "Will, this gift is too precious, I dare not accept it—" She then tried to remove the necklace from her neck.

I stopped her, feigning displeasure, and said, "Does your sister not like the gift I gave you?"

"No, Will, you know that's not what I meant." Monica's expression changed, thinking I was unhappy.

"Little sister, if he gave you a gift, just accept it happily. Don't refuse anymore, or Will will really get angry." Bingqian patted Monica with a grin. Monica nodded with a shy smile, then suddenly stepped forward, cupped my face, and gave me a loud, sweet kiss. Amidst the cheers of the other women, she took two steps back and said shyly, "Will, thank you."

"Why are you being so polite with me? Do you like my gift?" I smiled and took her hand. She looked at me tenderly and nodded, then squeezed my hand in return.

"Uh, Will, this necklace must be very valuable. I think it would cost at least 150,000 gold coins." Monica's father seemed to know his stuff, but he didn't know it wasn't just an ornament, but a magical treasure.

"150,000 gold coins? That much?" Although Monica knew the necklace was valuable, she didn't really grasp its exact value. Hearing her father say such a large sum, she couldn't help but be shocked, staring at me with wide eyes. Before I could even speak, Emily blurted out, "Uncle, you've misjudged this time! Will spent a million gold coins to buy that necklace!"

"A million gold coins?" Monica and her family stared at each other, bewildered. This was understandable; although the Monica family was wealthy, their total assets probably didn't even reach a million gold coins, so such a strong reaction was to be expected. Monica looked at me tenderly and asked, "Will, I'll be happy with any gift you give me. You didn't need to waste so much money."

"Sister, I didn't waste any money! Don't underestimate this necklace. Even if someone offered ten million gold coins, I wouldn't sell it to them," I said with a smile.

"What?" Everyone present, except those who knew the details, was utterly astonished, especially Monica's parents, whose mouths were agape in disbelief. Seeing Monica's incredulous expression, I whispered a few words in her ear. Monica's face changed again, and she asked with inexplicable surprise, "Is it true?"

I smiled and said, "Come with me, you'll see if you try." I pulled Monica into the courtyard, gesturing for the other women to stay away, and then whispered a few more words to Monica. Monica, still somewhat doubtful, tried casting a mid-level water spell. Suddenly, the blue gem on her necklace emitted a light, forming a blue wall of water around her. She then used mid-level fire, wind, earth, and dark spells in succession, and finally a high-level light spell. If I hadn't set up a barrier around the house beforehand, the entire building would have been destroyed.

Monica dispelled the spell and jumped into my arms, excitedly saying, "This necklace is truly a mage's treasure! I can use intermediate magic with just a little magic power, something that used to take so much effort. Now I can effortlessly use advanced light magic, something I never even dreamed of, and I can use magic from all other elements too! It's amazing!"

I was also happy for Monica. Her magical level was now comparable to that of a Grand Magus. Especially her ability to use magic from all elements at will was truly unique. Generally, mages use magic by applying external magical elements, but these elements often repel each other, especially opposing elements. For example, fire and water, light and darkness, wind and earth cannot coexist. A high-level fire mage can only use basic water magic, and a wind mage can only use low-level earth magic. But with the necklace's help, Monica can use magic from all elements without restriction, something every mage dreams of.

I chuckled and patted Monica's shoulder, cautioning, "This necklace is no ordinary thing. Don't flaunt it to anyone, or you'll get into trouble. Even though you now possess power above that of a Magister, you still need to be careful."

Monica nodded obediently, then suddenly added with some worry, "Will, look how bright this necklace is! It's so conspicuous."

"That's easy," I said, reaching out to grasp the necklace. The brilliance of the gemstones gradually dimmed. I smiled and released my grip, saying to Monica, "Now there's no problem. The gemstones will only emit such a strong light when you use magic, so it won't be too noticeable."

"Will, thank you so much!" Monica was as happy as a child, clinging to my neck and leaving a trail of lipstick kisses on my face.

A moment later, I led Monica back into the hall. Everyone sat down again, happy for Monica, except for her parents, who remained somewhat uneasy. I don't know if others noticed this, but I saw it clearly. I understood their conflicted feelings; on one hand, they were happy for their daughter, but on the other hand, they worried about arousing jealousy from Lapis or others, which would jeopardize their daughter's future.

"Dad, Mom, don't look so worried. My sister and I won't be jealous of Monica. You can rest assured." Lapis had also noticed Monica's parents' uneasy expressions and guessed the reason behind it.

Monica's parents blushed slightly. Monica's mother said somewhat embarrassedly, "We didn't expect that Your Highness could see right through our thoughts. It seems we were worrying unnecessarily. Monica is indeed a blessed person; we don't need to worry about her." She then told us a story from Monica's childhood: "When Monica was two years old, one day she was playing at the door when a passerby saw her. He glanced at her and said to me, who was standing nearby watching Monica, 'Madam, your daughter has the appearance of a phoenix chick; she will surely be a person of great wealth and honor in the future.' I thought he was talking nonsense at the time, so I ignored him. It seems that person was not an ordinary person."

"Oh, Mom, why have you never told me about this?" Monica asked curiously.

"As I just said, I thought that person was talking nonsense, so I didn't take it to heart." "Monica's mother stood up and scolded Monica, who was still sitting, "Silly girl, you're the hostess today! Come and help me get some snacks to serve the guests. You old man, what are you sitting there for? Go get the tea leaves, I'll go check if the water's boiled." Monica loudly called to her father and her mother, instructing them to fetch the snacks and tea, naturally to serve us.

It wasn't even four o'clock yet, at least two hours before the banquet; there was plenty of time. Besides, drinking tea, eating snacks, and chatting would be quite pleasant. At a very formal banquet, arriving this early would be extremely impolite, as the host is usually busy preparing, and the early arrival of guests would only catch them off guard and feel very awkward. But today was different; I had already informed Monica..." Aside from family, no outsiders were invited, so it didn't matter.

A little while later, the snacks were set on the table, and teacups were placed in front of me. Monica took the teapot from her mother and poured tea for us. Logically, the first cup should be poured for her parents, but Monica poured for me first. I'm not one to stand on ceremony, so I didn't refuse. After Monica finished pouring, she was about to pour for Lapis next to me when I stopped her: "Sister Monica, let me, a grown man, do this. If I accidentally burn your delicate skin, I'll be heartbroken."

"Tch, how old are you to dare call yourself a 'grown man'?" Monica blushed and spat, handing me the teapot. Everyone burst into laughter, including Monica's parents. Monica's mother chuckled and said to me, "Will, you're quite witty, much more interesting than this old-fashioned guy." "

What's wrong? You're already starting to dislike me?" Monica's father chuckled, continuing the conversation. He said to Monica, "My dear daughter, you don't know, but when your father was young, he was quite the dashing man, no less so than your Will."

"Then how did you choose Mother, Father?" Monica asked with interest. The other women also perked up their ears, eager to hear about the romance of this middle-aged couple in their youth.

Monica's father glanced at his wife with a grin and continued, "The reason I married your mother was because I was tricked by her."

"Tricked?" Monica's expression was the same as everyone else's—utterly bewildered.

"That's right, tricked." "Monica's father continued with a smile, "Didn't I just say that I was quite popular with girls when I was young? But for some reason, only your mother's family came to propose marriage, so I had to marry your mother. Later I found out that your mother hired people with big sticks to hide at my door and drive away all the matchmakers who came to propose marriage for other girls."

"Ha...ha...ha..." We couldn't help but burst into laughter. Monica's mother glared at her husband and then said, amused, "What's wrong with you today? Even a blockhead like you has suddenly become sensible and can actually tell such a funny joke."

Monica also giggled, "Dad, this is the first time I've heard you tell such a funny joke. It's so interesting." Then she glanced at me, who was still holding the teapot, and said, "Sir, the water in the teapot is almost cold." Monica's strange tone caused another round of laughter from everyone.

"Sister, don't worry, watch me." "As I spoke, the teapot in my hand slowly rose into the air. Everyone stared wide-eyed, wondering what trick I was up to. I smiled slightly, clasped my hands together, and pretended to chant a spell, then shouted, 'Serve tea!' Tea flowed from the spout, then split into dozens of thin streams in the air, flowing into everyone's teacups. In no time, everyone's teacups were filled with steaming hot tea, and the teapot slowly descended from the air, stopping in front of me.

The women cheered loudly, and Monica's father exclaimed, 'Will, you truly live up to your reputation! Your mastery of magic has reached a divine level, truly an eye-opener for this old man.'

Monica's mother added, 'Yes, no wonder my daughter always speaks of you with such fervor and admiration.'" Monica blushed slightly, a little embarrassed by her mother's words, and lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her clothes. "

Father, Mother, you flatter me. It's just a small skill, nothing to brag about," I said with a smile.

Monica's mother laughed and said, "Don't be so modest. Let's not just sit here and talk. Try some of my pastries and tea. How are they? And the old man's favorite tea, isn't it delicious?" She urged us to eat and drink. The pastries and tea were indeed very good. Although they might not be considered expensive, they tasted excellent. The women and I praised them highly. Monica's mother seemed very pleased: "If you like it, have some more."

About fifteen minutes later, my "Mind's Eye" saw a group of "Royal Knights" surrounding Monica's house, and more than twenty shadowy figures infiltrated the courtyard. I knew the inevitable had finally arrived. The moment Monica poured me my first cup of tea, I immediately noticed something was wrong; the water had been poisoned. So, I took the teapot from Monica. While Monica's father was telling jokes, I secretly removed the poison from the teapot when no one was looking. So, except for the tea in my cup, which was still poisoned, everyone else's tea was fine. For my immortal body, no poison would have any effect, and the remaining half-cup of "poisoned tea" could be used as a prop for the play later.

At that moment, I saw Emily and Ya Meng exchanging glances with me; clearly, they had also noticed something was amiss. I gave them a wink in return, reassuring them. I secretly used telepathy to notify more than ten people, instructing them to cooperate in putting on a good show for me. When I first discovered the tea was poisoned, I suspected Monica's parents. However, after spending just over ten minutes with them, I believed they were kind people, and I saw them drink the tea without hesitation. So, I immediately thought of Monica's elusive brother; he was the prime suspect. The real show was about to begin. I picked up a pastry, about to put it in my mouth, when suddenly my face changed drastically, my whole body trembled, and the pastry fell to the table.

"Will, what's wrong?" Milia, Monica, and Monica's parents all noticed my unusual behavior. The women stopped what they were doing and looked at me. I stood up unsteadily, holding the teacup, and said painfully, "The tea is poisoned." As I uttered the word "poison," the teacup fell from my hand due to my trembling. With a loud "bang," the teacup fell onto the table and shattered into pieces. Then, with a series of hissing sounds, the tea that had flowed onto the tabletop was corroded by the poison, demonstrating the potency of the poison.

Amidst everyone's speechless astonishment, I clutched my stomach and collapsed into a chair in agony. Lapis mimicked me, clutching her stomach and groaning, "My stomach hurts so much...it's so uncomfortable..." Then, nearly twenty more people collapsed in the same way. Emily, Yaqing, and the other three, having likely realized I was acting, spontaneously joined the ranks of the "poisoned."

"Will, Lapis, what's wrong? Don't scare me!" Monica was the first to react, running to Lapis and me and hugging me. At this point, the other women were in a chaotic frenzy; some ran towards Lapis and me, while others rushed to tend to their fallen sisters. Monica's parents, meanwhile, were completely stunned, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word. Seeing that Lapis and I were "in pain" and unable to speak, Monica burst into tears. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she pointed at her parents and demanded sharply, "Dad, Mom, what happened? Why did you hurt Will and the princess?" Monica's parents were stunned by the scene before them. Faced with Monica's question, they opened their mouths wide and couldn't utter a single word.

"Monica... Sister... Don't blame... Dad... and... Mom... It couldn't be... them..." I tugged at Monica's sleeve with difficulty, panting as I spoke.

"Will, you say it wasn't Dad and Mom, then who could it be?" Monica hugged me, letting my head rest against her chest, and asked, tears streaming down her face.

"Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you, my dear little sister." A strange man's voice suddenly reached our ears, and everyone's gaze turned to the entrance of the hall. A young man in knight's attire walked forward, followed by several other men in similar attire. I recognized one of them—John, the captain of the Third Battalion of the Royal Knights.

"Big brother, you—" Monica was initially delighted to see the young man, but then immediately realized what was happening. Pointing her slender finger at the young man, her voice trembled slightly: "Big brother, did you have someone poison him?"

At this moment, Monica's parents regained some of their senses. Monica's father also pointed at the young man and said, "Naken, was it really you who poisoned the tea?" Just as I suspected, it seems Prince Beirut has already made his move. Prester V's situation is very precarious; I must take action. Just then, a frantic voice from Yalan suddenly echoed in my mind: "Will, my grandfather has been ambushed by Casso and Mufis!" Damn it, they even dared to mess with Dean Dante and his group! It's outrageous! A thought flashed through my mind, and I made up my mind. I used telepathy to give Melina and the others a few instructions.

Meanwhile, Monica's parents' conversation with Naken continued. Naken grinned smugly and said, "That's right, I poisoned him. This poison won't kill him immediately, but it will render him powerless, unable to use any magic. Prince Randy, isn't the tea delicious?"

"What? It really was you, Naken? Why did you do this?" Monica's father couldn't believe his son would do such a thing. At this moment, I whispered to Monica to help Melina, Imiri, and the other "poisoned" people to her room. Although she was reluctant to leave me, she did as I said, tears welling in her eyes. Perhaps it was because Lapis and I were their real targets, or perhaps it was because they were too confident in the power of the poison and in themselves, believing that no one could escape, that they didn't stop Monica and the others from helping the "poisoned" women towards Monica's boudoir, even though they clearly saw them.

"Why? Father, I don't think you're as naive as my little sister to believe that this so-called princess will actually become queen, are you?" Naken said with an arrogant laugh, "If we kill this lowly commoner and this so-called princess, the position of Grand Master of the Royal Knights will be mine! You don't want your son to be just a lowly knight for the rest of his life, do you?"

"You—you—" Monica's father was so angry that he couldn't speak, and his hand pointing at Naken trembled. Monica's mother, on the other hand, seemed quite calm. Supporting her trembling husband, she walked to Lapis and me and said painfully, "Will, Lapis, we gave birth to a son who is worse than a beast. We are sorry." Before I and Lapis could speak, she turned to Naken and said calmly, “I will not let you dogs hurt the princess and Will, unless you step over our dead bodies.” "

At this point, only about twenty girls remained in the hall: Bifiel, Michael, Charlotte, Kaley, Juliet, Rebecca, Rachel, and Melly. Most of them were girls whose strength was relatively limited, as they hadn't yet undergone my modifications. The strongest were Monica, Helen, and Lapis. As for Melina, Dora, Nilos, Sasha, and the others, apart from Sasha, Imiri, and Yaqing, who I had sent to the palace, Melina, Elena, Yameng, and the others had gone to Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy to help Yalan and the others. I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If I had immediately sent people to the palace when I discovered the tea was poisoned, perhaps it would have been in time. Monica quickly returned to the hall and supported me. Helen, Juliet, Rebecca, and the others also surrounded Lapis and me, protecting us."

"Ha...ha...ha..." Naken laughed wildly for a while, then said coldly, "You're courting death, so don't blame me. None of you will leave here alive today."

"Naken, it was my second brother who told you to do this, wasn't he?" Rabis said weakly, supported by Michael.

"My lovely princess, it seems you're not so stupid after all." Naken appeared extremely arrogant. By this time, the hall was completely surrounded, and many archers had appeared around, their target naturally being us in the hall. Naken, somewhat carried away by his success, said with a sinister smile, "Your Highness, you must still have a sliver of hope, right? Well then, I'll crush that hope completely. Our beloved King has already... Ah..." Naken's voice abruptly stopped as a sword pierced through his body from behind. Naken clearly refused to believe it, staring blankly at the tip of the sword that had pierced his chest. With great difficulty, he turned his head to look at the sword's owner, John, the captain of the Third Battalion of the Royal Knights, and murmured, "Why?"

"Because you talked too much." A familiar voice came from outside, and a familiar figure appeared in the hall. The gloomy-faced Prince of Beirut finally made his appearance, followed by the Royal Knights' Grand Master Franks and Howard, who had replaced Esda, the vice-captain who had died at my hands. Lapis had already sensed something from Naken's words, and her voice trembled slightly: "Second brother, did you...?"

"That's right, that ungrateful old man has already gone. But he won't be lonely, because in just a few hours, his lovely daughter and son-in-law will be there to keep him company." Beirut's words were as cold as his personality. Lapis swayed, and if Michael hadn't been supporting her, she probably would have fainted on the spot. From Beirut's words, I knew that Sasha and the others were too late. It seemed that before we arrived at Monica's house, the old King Prester V had already fallen victim to Beirut's cruelty.

Monica's parents and the other women were somewhat numb. They knew what fate awaited them, but they didn't back down; instead, they stood in front of Lapis and me. Beirut glanced at us contemptuously and said coldly, "I truly feel sorry for you. Why, like my lovely little sister, are you willing to lose your lives for this lowly commoner?"

"You're not allowed to insult Will, Second Prince! We won't let you harm him and the princess!" Monica rushed to the front. "Luckily, I don't like tea. You probably didn't expect that, did you?"

"None of us have drunk any tea either." Charlotte, Kaley, Helen, and the others also joined Monica. It seems there are quite a few girls who don't like tea. Of course, it could also be because the pastries were too delicious, and they were all too focused on them.

Prince Beirut clearly didn't take these people seriously, and laughed contemptuously, "You few are far too overconfident."

Perhaps emboldened by the magic necklace, Monica calmly said, "You think you can intimidate us with just a few boasts? Then try it."

Prince Beirut clearly saw them as easy prey, wanting to play a game of cat and mouse. He said to John beside him, "John, go and play with her."

"Yes, Your Highness." John, clearly not taking Monica seriously, stepped forward with a disdainful expression. Monica, however, struck first, rapidly chanting, "Great God of Light, heed my call, illuminate the dark night with your light—Light Spell!" A huge ball of light appeared in Monica's hand, emitting a blinding glow that temporarily blinded everyone present.

"What is that? I can't see anything!" Just as John was bewildered, several screams echoed from all around the hall, and Monica's chanting resumed: "Great God of Light, heed my call, pierce the evil darkness with your power—Light Arrow!" Dozens of light arrows shot from Monica's hands, heading towards John, Beirut, Franks, and the others in front of her. Several more shrill screams rang out in the hall, sounding rather chilling.

When everyone's vision finally returned to normal, the situation in the hall had completely changed. Monica's parents stared in disbelief at what they had just witnessed. More than a dozen archers, positioned around the hall, had fallen into pools of blood the moment Monica cast "Light Spell," and the ones who had done it were Charlotte, Kaley, Helen, and others. Even more astonishingly, John, Franks, Howard, and several knights beside Prince Beirut were pierced through the chest by the light arrows fired by Monica, falling into pools of blood, barely breathing. Of course, I was the one directing all of this; I used telepathy to notify Monica and Charlotte to proceed according to the plan. However, something unexpected still happened: Prince Beirut stood unharmed, which truly surprised me.

"Little girl, you actually possess the strength of a 'Grand Magister.' It seems I truly underestimated you." Beirut seemed indifferent to the casualties of his men, his cold gaze like a knife, sending chills down the spines of Monica and the other women. Just as everyone was filled with doubt, Beirut glanced at John, Franks, and the others lying not far in front of him, shook his head, and said, "What a bunch of useless trash, unable to even handle a few little girls. Very well, I'll show you the strength of the future King of Mosby, and let you die in peace." "As he spoke, he began to remove his knight's robes.

"You—what are you doing?" Monica was confused by Beirut's strange behavior and didn't know what he was going to do. Beirut ignored her and continued his actions. When Beirut suddenly ripped off his knight's robes, a dazzling golden light burst forth from Beirut's body in an instant, illuminating the entire hall with a golden glow.

"This...this is..." Monica stared at Beirut in astonishment, speechless. Before us stood Beirut wearing a full-body suit of shimmering golden armor. Ancient patterns and runes resembling runes were engraved on the armor, the brilliant golden light seeming to flow across it, making it appear to breathe. To the left of the armor was a semi-oval golden knight's shield, covered in strange runes. To the right was a gleaming golden knight's lance and a golden longsword several inches longer and wider than usual, also covered in runes. It was clear that the armor, shield, lance, and sword were a complete set of knightly equipment. Seeing

everyone's astonished expressions, Beirut looked at his dazzling golden armor with a hint of pride and slowly said, "Seeing how pitiful you bunch of country bumpkins are, I'll take pity on you and tell you, so you won't die without even knowing why you died." "After a pause, Prince Beirut said proudly, "This is a magical treasure I acquired from the Nasda Empire on the White Tiger Continent at a cost of fifty million gold coins—the 'War God Armor.'"

"The 'War God Armor'?" Lapis, like us, clearly didn't know about this armor.

"That's right, this is the legendary weapon and armor of the Celestial War God—the 'War God Armor.' It consists of the 'Holy Spirit Armor,' which can resist all offensive magic; the 'Divine Miracle Shield,' which can reflect offensive magic; the 'Sky-Piercing Dragon Spear,' which can pierce any defensive barrier; and the 'Holy Sword of Light,' which contains holy light offensive power. These four are invincible." Beirut said smugly, "This is dozens of times stronger than that 'Elemental Blessing.' Otherwise, why would I have lent the 'Elemental Blessing' to that idiot Esda? You should be grateful to die under the 'War God Armor'."

"Hmph, whether what you say is true or not, I will not back down." Monica looked at Beirut warily.

"Monica, your magic might really be useless against him. Let me handle him." Helen walked to Monica's side, the longsword in her hand my "Unnamed." I had originally intended to fight myself, but I wanted to test the power of the "Ring of Love." It was a rare opportunity to test this, and I didn't want to let it slip by. Most importantly, I was confident I could protect Helen. Monica still wanted to insist, but I used telepathy to tell her to step back. Monica gave Beirut a complicated look and reluctantly retreated.

Beirut said with a sinister smile, "You don't need to fight anymore. Whoever goes first, you'll soon be reunited underground. This house is too small; I'll wait for you in the courtyard. Don't keep me waiting too long." Beirut laughed wildly as he walked out of the hall, looking completely confident.

"Vell, what should we do?" Lapis looked at me worriedly. I reached out and held her slightly cold hand, assuring her not to worry. A moment later, the women escorted Lapis and me into the courtyard. Beirut stood confidently in the center, surrounded by numerous knights of the "Royal Knights.

" Helen, holding the "Nameless Sword," stopped about two zhang away from Beirut, then raised it diagonally and shouted, "Love Ring, Armor Transformation!" With this shout, a layer of silver light emanated from Helen's body. With a "crack," Helen's clothes shattered into countless fragments, replaced by a silver armor, including a helmet, perfectly showcasing her heroic and valiant figure—beautiful and imposing. This was the Armor Transformation of the "Love Ring," "Love Armor."

The women were deeply captivated by the sight before them. Although they all knew a little about the "Love Ring," this was the first time they had ever seen the Armor Transformation of "Love Armor." Beirut was also taken aback by Helen's "Armor of Love," and said with some surprise, "It seems I really underestimated you. However, your armor is absolutely no match for the 'War God Armor.' Prepare to die—" Beirut roared, drawing the radiant "Holy Sword of Light" from his back. He gripped the sword with both hands, leaping several meters into the air, and then pounced on Helen.

The light emanating from the "Holy Sword of Light" formed a huge blade of light in front of Beirut's body, whistling through the air. A beam of seven-colored light transferred from the "Armor of Love" to the "Unnamed" in Helen's hand. With the enhancement of spiritual power, the "Unnamed" shone brightly. With a delicate shout from Helen, a blade of light appeared at the tip of the "Unnamed," shooting towards Beirut who was pouncing down from mid-air.

The two blades of light collided, sending shockwaves flying in all directions. Most of the shockwave struck Beirut, who, despite being unharmed by his "Holy Spirit Armor," was thrown back through the air by the force of the impact. He nimbly spun and landed back on the ground. Helen, of course, was also secretly shocked. She appeared before Beirut like a ghost, thrusting her "Unnamed" sword at him with lightning speed. The gleaming longsword spun rapidly the moment it was thrust out, creating a piercing whistle and sharp gusts of air. It seems that Helen has indeed made great progress after my guidance; she's a world apart from the proud young lady she once was.

Beirut raised the "Holy Sword of Light" to block Helen's imposing attack, but he was too slow. Helen's sword pierced Beirut's inner armor, striking him squarely in the chest, just past the blade of the "Holy Sword of Light." A series of sparks flashed across Beirut's chest. Although the "Holy Spirit Armor" possessed formidable defensive capabilities, Helen's fatal blow contained her full power, her materialized spiritual energy, and the sharp vacuum wave generated by the high-speed rotation of the sword—it was virtually indestructible. Under the impact of such immense force, Beirut felt a sharp pain in his chest and involuntarily staggered back several steps, his face turning deathly pale.

This earth-shattering attack, while not piercing the extremely sturdy "Holy Spirit Armor," had its power penetrated the armor, which currently only possessed one-tenth of its defensive strength. Unfortunately, most of the force was neutralized by the armor, leaving the remainder to cause Beirut no real damage. Helen was also suffering; the powerful recoil left her right arm aching terribly, as if it were no longer part of her body.

Beirut, having caught his breath, roared, and the "Shield of Miracles" on his left arm suddenly spun out, carrying a brilliant golden light, shooting straight at Helen. Helen had already leaped into the air first, gripping the hilt of the "Unnamed" sword with both hands. As the "Unnamed" sword flashed, a massive blade of spiritual energy materialized around its edge, slashing towards Beirut with overwhelming force: "Sky-Splitting Slash!"

Beirut roared, thrusting his "Holy Sword of Light" at the descending blade of light. In the instant the holy sword struck the air, seven crystalline arrows shot out—the high-level holy light attack magic "Holy Bow Flash Arrow." Because I hadn't told Helen the truth—that I wasn't poisoned—in this situation, Helen had no choice but to fight head-on. Of all the people who came today, besides me, her mother, and the "Great Swordsman" Isabella, Helen's swordsmanship was the strongest. Unfortunately, Isabella and I were both poisoned and incapacitated, so Helen knew she had no way out but to fight head-on. The reason I didn't tell her the truth was precisely to ignite her fighting spirit.

Helen ignored the powerful burst of seven light arrows from the "Holy Bow Flash Arrows," and with a sharp cry, she poured all her strength into the mid-air strike of "Sky Slash," entrusting her safety to the "Armor of Love" she wore. It seemed she had great confidence in the equipment I had given her. The seven light arrows struck the silver "Armor of Love" on Helen's body, creating a dazzling and beautiful flow of light, but within this beautiful light lay a terrifying impact.

Although the impact of the "Holy Bow Flash Arrows" was blocked by the "Armor of Love," Helen was still shaken numb all over, and her hands were cracked. Helen, enduring the excruciating pain in her hand, continued her "Sky-Splitting Slash" with unwavering precision. She could have easily dodged, but that would have halted the momentum of her attack, and giving up the opportunity would have been too much of a waste. Helen's intelligent and perceptive mind made a split-second decision, risking her life for this one strike. Seeing this, I couldn't help but think to myself, "Silly girl."

Because of the upward tilt of her sword, Beirut's head was raised, creating a gap between his armor and helmet. Helen's target was this gap. Her spiritual power, transformed into a massive blade of light, slashed into Beirut's neck like lightning. All the knights of the Royal Knights cried out in alarm. Even with the formidable defense of the Holy Spirit Armor, the neck area remained unprotected. The "Sky-Splitting Slash" blade pierced the gap in the armor, but the expected headshot did not occur. The spiritual energy blade that had pierced the gap between Beirut's armor and helmet at his neck suddenly vanished. Then, with a wild roar from Beirut, an immense and unparalleled power erupted from his body, causing even the surrounding space to ripple. Caught off guard, Helenton was sent flying, and the "Unnamed Sword" in her hand flew into the air.

Seeing this, I could no longer restrain myself. I used "Instant Teleportation" to appear beneath Helenton, caught her with open arms, and then reached out and summoned the "Unnamed Sword" into my embrace. Helen parted her cherry lips, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and said apologetically, "Will... I'm... I'm sorry... I'm so useless..."

I said with heartache, "Good sister, don't say anymore, you're already very good." The power of light quickly condensed on my body, and my hands shimmered with a crystal-clear, pure white light full of holy aura. It was the ultimate healing magic of the light system, "Light of Life." No matter how severe the injury, as long as there is still a breath left, it can be instantly restored. It would be a waste to use it on Helen, who was only injured by the shock wave, but I didn't care about that. Under the illumination of "Light of Life," Helen's shock injury was completely healed in an instant, but I still held her tightly and refused to let go. She also gently buried her beautiful head in my arms. The other women also gathered around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she was alright.

Suddenly, Helen raised her head, stared into my eyes and asked, "Will, you weren't poisoned?" At this time, except for Lapis, who already knew that my poisoning was fake, the other women all looked at me with surprise and joy. I chuckled and patted Helen on the back, saying softly, "How could I be so easily ambushed? Leave the rest to me." Helen nodded happily, and Michael took her from my arms.

Beirut's behavior was very strange at this moment. After knocking Helen away, he didn't pursue her further, but I didn't let my guard down for a moment. Even while healing Helen, I didn't ignore his actions. But what was puzzling was that Beirut stood there motionless, the golden light emanating from the "Holy Spirit Armor" becoming even stronger, so strong that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"Hiss..." A strange roar came from Beirut's throat, his drooping arms twitched abnormally, and his head slowly turned towards the surrounding "Royal Knights" knights. I realized something was wrong and waved to the women behind me, signaling them to retreat to the main hall. Just then, Beirut, who had been standing silently in the courtyard, suddenly moved. A flash of golden light, and he shot straight to one side of the courtyard. The air around him shrieked sharply from the friction, like the wails of ghosts.

With a deafening roar, Beirut's body crashed into a wall in the courtyard, sending debris flying. The knights of the Royal Knights standing nearby were struck by the blast and flying debris, their screams filling the air. The knights in the courtyard scattered desperately, ignoring even the wounded lying on the ground. The women also quickly retreated back into the hall. I suddenly remembered what happened during my duel with Esda. Esda's situation was somewhat similar to Beirut's now. I understood.

This Beirut was no longer the original Beirut. The consciousness of the God of War, hidden within the "Holy Armor," had taken over his body. His previous frenzied actions were the result of two consciousnesses vying for dominance, and naturally, the God of War had won in the end. Beirut, possessed by the consciousness of the God of War, coldly watched the knights in disarray. His gaze finally settled on me, standing tall in the courtyard, and he muttered to himself, "It is you lowly humans who have made me your tool, at your beck and call. Today, I will annihilate you, body and soul!" Before he finished speaking, Beirut roared and lunged forward, as fast as lightning, vanishing without a trace.

I gripped the "Nameless Sword" and plunged it into the earth. The ground beneath Beirut's feet immediately cracked, spewing forth scorching magma that engulfed his body. This was the high-level earth magic "Earth-Splitting Flame Burst." In terms of destructive power alone, "Earth-Splitting Flame Burst" is one of the strongest high-level spells. Once the earth fire and magma erupt, no ordinary barrier can withstand it. However, its attack range is too narrow, and it cannot attack moving targets, so it is generally used to destroy fixed objects such as buildings and walls.

Beirut was hit squarely by the "Earth-Splitting Flame Burst," but the immense power of the attack, while engulfing his body, did nothing to harm him. This proved that his "Holy Spirit Armor" did indeed possess the ability to nullify magic, just as he claimed. At this moment, the women crowding at the hall entrance unleashed a variety of elemental attacks on Beirut, who was trapped in the magma. Beirut dodged out of the "Earth-Splitting Flame Burst's" range and charged straight at the incoming magic. The magic struck his "Holy Spirit Armor," exploding with colorful bursts of energy, but it did nothing to hinder his movements.

Seeing Beirut rushing towards me, I raised my arms and cast "Spatial Lockdown" on him. The space above me froze instantly, and Beirut was frozen in mid-air. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I saw the "Holy Spirit Armor" on Beirut's body shimmer with a strange golden light, and the frozen space above him immediately collapsed, breaking the "Spatial Lockdown." It seems that the "Holy Spirit Armor" can indeed nullify all magic, even spatial magic. Now free, Beirut threw a punch down from mid-air, his target me.

I didn't dodge, but instead channeled my battle aura to meet Beirut's downward punch with my own. Our fists collided. With a loud "bang," the immense force of the impact forced me to take a step back. Beirut's falling body was also propelled back into the air by the force of my punch. The "Holy Sword of Light" in his right hand spun in the air, and he thrust it down headfirst, still aiming at me. It seems he's set his sights on me. Perhaps it's the lingering subconscious of the Prince of Beirut that's driving him to do this, even though he's now the God of War, Beirut.

I dodged Beirut's attack with a "teleport," and channeled my battle aura. My entire body seemed to be enveloped in a white light—the hallmark of "White Crystal Battle Aura." Just then, the "Unnamed Sword" in my hand suddenly emitted a series of long chants, its broad blade flashing with dazzling light. Then, a clear female voice rang in my ear: "Master, let me, 'Godslayer,' fight for you. I've been sleeping for so long; I'm so bored." Suddenly, the "Unnamed Sword "

in my hand spoke. The name "Godslayer" sounded familiar. My mind raced. I remembered—this was a divine sword created by "Little Creation," a sword powerful enough to strike fear into the hearts of both gods and demons. I recalled "Little Creation" saying he entrusted this sword to humanity so that in times of crisis, they would possess the power to contend with the gods and demons, preventing their extermination. I never imagined this "Godslayer" would fall into the hands of Elder Kajelai of "Rogue Village," and then through him into my possession. It seemed my "White Crystal Battle Aura" had awakened the dormant "Godslayer Sword."

"Your name is Godslayer, right? Let's finish this battle together first," I said to the "Godslayer Sword.

" "Yes, Master," the "Godslayer Sword" replied, its blade radiating a blinding light that blinded everyone. I pointed my longsword forward, coldly staring at Beirut. My long hair danced in the air, making me appear exceptionally solemn and dignified. An aura of kingship, belonging only to the ruler of the universe, naturally arose and permeated the air. Everyone behind me had already knelt on the ground, even Monica's parents.

Beirut sensed that something was wrong. He was secretly alarmed and, driven by the principle of "striking first," launched a preemptive attack. The "Holy Sword of Light" plunged straight into the solid earth. In an instant, nine streams of energy, using the earth as a medium, transformed into nine stone dragons made of rock, rushing towards me. I unleashed my "Two Armies Clash" stance, a simple and unadorned horizontal slash through the void. The space in front of me instantly collapsed, all the air and magical elements were compressed into nothingness, and the nine stone dragons shattered as if they had crashed into an invisible wall.

Beirut exclaimed in surprise, "Excellent swordsmanship! You've so easily broken my 'Nine Dragons Earth Strike Wave.' In all these years, besides the Demon King Satan, you're the first. Alright, take my next move, 'Holy Dragon Light Strike Wave.'" Suddenly, the "Holy Sword of Light" shone brightly, and a small dragon formed from light appeared on the blade, swirling and dancing around it. Finally, the light dragon broke free of the sword and flew straight towards me. The instant the light dragon detached from the "Holy Sword of Light," its size suddenly swelled to over ten meters long, resembling a real dragon, lifelike and awe-inspiring.

This move, "Holy Dragon Light Strike Wave," was a magical sword technique combining the power of light. Although the God of War was an anomaly among the gods, specializing in martial arts and not understanding magic, he could combine the holy light attack power of the "Holy Sword of Light" to create various incredibly sharp magical swords, making him virtually invincible. This is how he earned the name "God of War."

I reached out with my left hand, and with a deafening boom, a lightning ball about a meter in diameter shot straight at the charging light dragon. This was a "Void Lightning Cannon Strike." The lightning ball struck the light dragon, and with a crackling sound, it vanished. The light dragon, still baring its fangs, lunged at me, its body shimmering with flickering lightning, clearly having absorbed the energy of the "Void Lightning Cannon Strike." What a powerful "Holy Dragon Light Strike Wave!"

There was no time to think. I roared and slashed at the light dragon with my sword. The space in front of me suddenly twisted and shattered, forming a long, narrow spatial rift. The moment the light dragon made contact with the spatial rift, it was immediately sucked into the distorted alternate dimension and disintegrated into pieces. At the same time, the "God-Slaying Sword," still possessing its momentum, slashed towards Beirut, twisting and collapsing the space in its path, making it seem as if even the void itself had cracked open.

"What is this?" The God of War, Beirut, had clearly never seen magic that attacked by distorting space before. He couldn't believe that even his prized technique, the "Holy Dragon Light Strike Wave," had been swallowed by this strange magic. However, relying on the "Holy Spirit Armor's" immunity to magic, he didn't dodge or evade the oncoming light blades. Simultaneously, he thrust his sword into the ground, unleashing another "Nine Dragons Earth Strike Wave," clearly intending to catch him off guard. A

spatial rift and nine stone dragons crossed each other from above and below. Beirut felt the space around him suddenly split open. The "Holy Spirit Armor" flashed with dazzling golden light, resisting the distorted space. A sharp pain suddenly shot through his waist, and Beirut was terrified. The shockwave finally disappeared before the "Holy Spirit Armor," but its destructive power, amplified by the ultimate divine weapon, the "God-Slaying Sword," was immense. It tore a crack in the armor at Beirut's waist, and blood spurted out; he had almost been cut in half at the waist.

Nine stone dragons were about to pounce on me. Amidst the screams of the women, I calmly swung my sword horizontally, and the nine stone dragons vanished without a trace. The next moment, I appeared behind the utterly astonished Beirut, unleashing a "Light Cavalry Charge" thrust. Beirut, as expected of the incarnation of the God of War, possessed incredibly rich combat experience. The instant my aura appeared behind him, he instinctively sensed the danger and leaped forward with all his might. However, this "Light Cavalry Charge" was an incredibly fast move, not so easily dodged. The

"God-Slaying Sword" pierced Beirut's back armor, producing a piercing shriek. The "Holy Spirit Armor" was indeed formidable in its defense, and combined with his full-force leap, it absorbed some of the impact. The ultimate divine weapon, the "God-Slaying Sword," with its unparalleled sharpness, failed to penetrate the armor. Although the blade of the "Godslayer Sword" was blocked by the armor, she suddenly unleashed a crystalline "sword aura." The crystalline light of the "sword aura" pierced through the "Holy Spirit Armor" and finally penetrated Beirut's chest.

Beirut clearly hadn't expected this outcome. He froze, staring in disbelief at the crystalline "sword aura" emerging from his chest. He let out a sharp scream and retaliated with a punch. Amidst the women's screams, I used "Instant Teleportation" to escape just as he was about to strike me. What a close call! Although his dying counterattack wouldn't be fatal, it certainly wouldn't be fatal. It seems one must never be careless.

Seeing Beirut finally fall, the women could no longer contain themselves. With a cry, they rushed to my side, surrounding me. Monica's parents, supported by Monica and Lapis, also walked towards me, tears streaming down their faces. Remembering that I still hadn't dealt with the knights of the "Royal Knights" and the members of the "Shadow Legion," I couldn't comfort the women. I pulled Helen and Charlotte, still in my arms, away from their encirclement. The scene before me surprised me slightly.

Over a hundred "Royal Knights" and more than twenty "Shadow Legion" members were kneeling in the courtyard. Seeing me approach, the first knight prostrated himself, saying, "Henry, captain of the Second Battalion of the 'Royal Knights,' along with his subordinates and members of the First Squad of the 'Shadow Legion,' begs the Princess and Prince for forgiveness and asks for their punishment."

"Now is not the time to discuss who should be punished. You leave twenty men to handle the bodies; the rest of you, return to the palace immediately." I knew that after witnessing my battle with Beirut, they wouldn't dare to harbor any disloyalty. Henry responded softly, "Yes," and immediately assigned the remaining men. Remembering something, I said to Henry and the others who were about to leave, "Wait a moment."

Henry stopped and asked, "Does Your Highness have any further instructions?"

"What you saw today, you must not utter a word to anyone else. Anyone who dares to leak it out, I'll twist their head off and use it as a football, understand?" I exuded a strong killing intent, coldly staring at the knights.

"Understood," the knights replied in unison. I waved my hand and said, "You may leave." Henry, as if granted a pardon, immediately led his men away. I then approached Beirut's corpse, the women curiously surrounding me. I first used my mental power to invade Beirut's body, trying to examine the state of his soul, but the "Holy Spirit Armor" suddenly emitted a powerful energy, repelling my mental power.

Undeterred, I gathered my mental power again and "stabbed" it directly at Beirut's brow. The "Holy Spirit Armor's" energy field reappeared, and my mental power "collided" with it, creating a trail of sparks. With my continued advance, my mental power finally successfully drilled a small hole in the energy field, invading the corpse's brow. This armor is difficult to work with, but it's no match for me, the "Lord of Chaos."

Like any ordinary corpse, Beirut's body was devoid of life in its meridians. I directly channeled my spiritual power towards the location of the human soul—the "Baihui" acupoint on the top of his head. Suddenly, a powerful and strange energy shot out from the "Baihui" acupoint, crashing into my spiritual power with overwhelming force and unparalleled sharpness. A thought flashed through my mind—this was the spiritual power of the God of War. Fortunately, I was prepared, so I wasn't caught off guard.

After Beirut's physical death, the God of War's spiritual power had infiltrated his "Baihui" acupoint, suppressing his soul. When my spiritual power invaded, the God of War suddenly attacked, intending to shatter my spiritual power in one fell swoop. I roared and poured all my spiritual power into Beirut's nerves. My spiritual power, like an indestructible, invisible divine sword, pierced through the War God's spiritual body and successfully counter-encircled it. I silently said, "Brother War God, I'm sorry." The spiritual power surrounding the War God's energy body, under my force, suddenly seeped into his spiritual body and then exploded.

In an instant, the War God's spiritual body was thrown into chaos by the explosion of my spiritual power, its strength greatly reduced to only about one percent of its usual power, reverting to its most primal state. In other words, the original War God's spiritual body was essentially nonexistent; his spiritual power was now like a newborn infant, devoid of its own consciousness. Then, this primal, pure spiritual power was forcibly embedded into the "Holy Spirit Armor" by my spiritual power, and the primal spiritual power instinctively recognized me as its master.

The "Holy Spirit Armor" emitted a dazzling golden light. The "Sky-Piercing Dragon Spear" and "Divine Shield," previously abandoned in the distance, automatically flew over and, along with the "Holy Sword of Light," stood firmly in the ground before me. I was now the new master of the "War God Armor," and of course, I could transfer it to anyone. With a casual wave of my hand, the "War God Armor" vanished from the ground, naturally placed in my magic bag.

March 1st, 7992 in the Continental Calendar—the day later known as the "Misty Moon Coup" began—the coup attempt by Prince Beirut, the second prince of the Mosby Kingdom, to assassinate his father and seize the throne failed, ending with his head severed from his body. However, this did not signify the end of the matter. Later generations called this coup the "Misty Moon Coup" because March is a foggy month, often referred to as the Foggy Month. Therefore, the palace coup that began on the first day of the Foggy Month was later called the "Misty Moon Coup" by historians. October 30th,

Chapter Nine: Eliminating Traitors in the Palace 1.

Thinking of King Prester V's murder and the events at the academy, I knew this wasn't the time to relax, but some things still needed to be settled. I first gave a few instructions to the knights who stayed behind to handle the aftermath, then I went to Monica's parents, who were being supported by their daughter. Seeing the two elderly people's somewhat haggard expressions, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

"Father, Mother, I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth in time, and I've frightened you," I said sincerely.

“Vell, we are the ones who should apologize. If we hadn’t given birth to such a rebellious son, you and the princess wouldn’t be in this predicament. Fortunately, good fortune smiles upon you, and you are all alright.” Monica’s mother said, pulling me along, then suddenly seemed to remember something: “Are those poisoned girls alright? I haven’t seen them appear earlier.”

“Mother, it’s like this. Actually, when Sister Monica poured me tea, I noticed the tea was problematic. So when I took the teapot from Sister Monica, I tampered with it. That’s why the tea in your cups is perfectly fine. Only the teacup in my hand contained poisoned tea, but this poison has no effect on me. So, I had those poisoned girls pretend to be poisoned, not only to mislead the enemy but also to send them to support other places. To be honest, I’m really sorry to have made Father, Mother, and Sister Monica worry so much. I hope you won’t blame me.” I explained to Monica’s mother.

“Vell, please don’t say that. It’s good enough that you don’t blame us; how could we possibly blame you?” Monica’s father said, holding my hand.

“Father, Mother, don’t say anything more. His Majesty the King may have already been murdered. We must go to the palace immediately.” I didn’t have time to say more to them and quickly took my leave.

“National affairs are of utmost importance. You and the princess should go quickly.” Monica’s parents also knew that this was not the time to chat with me, especially since their unworthy son, Naken, was still lying in the hall, and there were many things to deal with. I whispered a few words to Monica, Rebecca, and the others, asking them to stay and accompany Monica’s parents in case anything else happened. Perhaps because my regal demeanor had left such a deep impression on them, Monica and the others agreed obediently without saying a word. I then took Lapis, Helen, Michael, and the others and prepared to return to the palace.

"Will, have Nana and the others already arrived at the palace?" After the fierce battle, Lapis seemed much stronger, unlike her weak self when she first learned of King Prester V's murder.

"Things are more complicated than we thought. Nana and the others rushed back to the Heavenly Star Magic Academy to help Yalan and the others because Dean Dante has fallen into the hands of Casso and his men." I said with a frown. Just then, Yalan's voice suddenly came through my mind, informing me that the matter at the academy had been resolved and Dean Dante was safe and sound. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then why aren't we going to the academy now?" Lapis continued, "Anyway, it doesn't matter whether we get back to the palace sooner or later, why don't we go to the academy first?"

"Yalan just told me through 'telepathic communication' that the matter at the academy has been resolved and Grandpa is safe and sound. We're going to the 'palace' right now; Sasha and the others are waiting for us there." I explained to Lapis.

"Oh, so you sent Sasha to the palace. Let's hurry then." "With Lapis's urging, our group disappeared from the hall, leaving behind Monica's parents, Monica, Rebecca, Rachel, and others with complicated expressions.

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Just as Beirut and I were fighting, Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy was also experiencing a major upheaval. When Melina and Isabella led Dora, Xue Nier, and others to the academy, they found that thousands of students in front of the office building were clearly divided into two groups. There were about five hundred people guarding the office building, led by the academy's "Dean of Academic Affairs," Casso, a teacher from the Martial Arts Department, and more than ten other teachers, including the water magic teacher Mufis. On the other side was more than two thousand students led by Yalan and Meng Ying. Melina and Isabella breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; it seemed they hadn't arrived too late, and things weren't too bad." It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. Even the heavens seemed to sense the impending disaster. The sky, which had been cloudless, suddenly dimmed and dark clouds loomed overhead, as if a storm was about to break.

"Yalan, I advise you to surrender. The entire capital is now ours," Castor's smug voice rang out. This despicable scoundrel! So he's one of Prince Beirut's men. No wonder he hated me so much. It seems it wasn't just jealousy, as Dean Dante and I had initially suspected, but also political factors. As for the water magic instructor, Mufis, and the others, it's still unclear whether they're Prince Beirut's men. If they committed such a heinous act simply out of jealousy, then they are utterly wicked.

"Casso, you're too smug! Hand over the Dean, or we'll be here!" Yalan shouted back.

"Don't think you can outnumber us. Our reinforcements will be here soon," Castor said confidently. The reinforcements he mentioned must have been from the "Royal Knights," but his wishful thinking was premature. A despicable man like him will never achieve anything significant. He might enjoy temporary success, but ultimately, fate will abandon him.

Melina and Isabella, along with Dora, Nilos, and others, arrived at Yalan, Mengying, and the others. Yalan exclaimed happily, "Sister Nana, you're all here! That's wonderful!"

Prince Fett, standing beside Yalan, asked his sister Elizabeth with some curiosity, "Sister, why isn't Will here? Where did he go?"

Before Elizabeth could answer, Melina whispered, "Will can't escape yet. Prince Beirut staged a coup, and King Prester V may have been murdered." Yalan, Mengying, Fett, and the others were all shocked, realizing that things were more complicated than they had imagined. However, Yalan and the others knew my true identity, so they weren't too worried about my safety. Fett also vaguely knew a little about it, so he wasn't worried about anything going wrong.

Melina glanced at the situation and asked in a low voice, "Where is Dean Dante?"

"He was ambushed by that scoundrel Castor and is being held in his office right now," Mengying replied in a low voice. "They were trying to sneak the Dean away, but I caught them red-handed and cornered him here."

At this moment, the most relaxed people were probably Elena and Yameng. The situation was far too easy for them. Moreover, based on their understanding of the women's strength, they knew that Castor and his group were no match for Melina and her group. They only needed to remain on the sidelines and observe. Apart from Sasha, no one among the women knew their true strength. The reason I sent Sasha, Imiri, and Yaqing to the palace was so that they could use their power without restraint. If necessary, I could push everything onto Sasha without worrying about exposing their identities.

Yalan glanced at the people who had come with Melina and said with a hint of complaint, "That guy Will is really something. Why didn't he let Sasha come with you? With Sasha here, I wouldn't worry about Grandpa's safety. We could easily crush those guys like Casso."

Melina whispered, "Sasha has other plans. Yalan, you want to use Sasha's invisibility to sneak into the office and protect the Dean, right?" Yalan nodded. Melina whispered, "Even without Sasha, we have others we can use."

Yalan looked... Looking around at the people, she asked with some surprise, "Who else knows invisibility magic?"

Melina said, "Yalan, it seems you've lost your composure. Although we don't have anyone here who knows invisibility magic, we do have someone who knows dark invisibility magic. Have you forgotten?" She then beckoned Darlani and Patricia over and whispered, "You two will use dark invisibility magic to sneak into the office. Your only job is to secretly protect the Dean and prevent them from harming him. You don't need to worry about anything else; we'll handle these people." Yalan suddenly realized that she had indeed lost her composure and forgotten about Darlani and Patricia, both experts in dark magic. But this was understandable; Dean Dante was her grandfather and her only remaining relative in the world, so it was no wonder she had panicked.

Melina didn't forget to remind Dalanie and Patricia, "You two must be careful, don't let them find out."

Dalanie and Patricia readily replied, "Don't worry, Sister Nana. If Dean Dante is harmed in the slightest, you can hold us responsible." Then, they whispered to Melina and Yalan, "We're leaving." Their figures vanished from the spot. If Castor and the others had seen this, they might have been more vigilant, but Melina wouldn't make such a basic mistake. She had already had the women block all view of their surroundings. Not only Castor and his group, but even the students on their own side not far from Yalan and the others were completely unaware.

After a few more minutes of this stalemate, Melina and the others, assuming Patricia and Darlane had entered the office, stepped out from the crowd, sword in hand, and challenged Castor: "Casso, you despicable and shameless scoundrel, you only know how to hide behind the scenes like a coward, it's laughable!" Her strategy, of course, was to provoke Castor; if he came out to fight, she was confident she could cut him down. Castor, his face flushed with anger, was about to fight, but was held back by several instructors behind him.

Isabella, slightly disappointed, frowned, then a plan formed in her mind. She loudly proclaimed, "Casso, stop dreaming! Prince Beirut's coup has failed, Princess Lapis has returned safely to the palace, and the reinforcements you're waiting for won't arrive. Surrender now, or you'll only face death!" As soon as Isabella finished speaking, a commotion arose among the students behind Castor.

"You're talking nonsense! I'll kill you!" Cassio roared, charging at Isabella with his sword raised. This was exactly what Isabella wanted. Subduing Cassio under the protection of those rebellious teachers wouldn't be easy, but letting him break free would be a different story. As the saying goes, to catch the thief, first catch the king; capturing Cassio would demoralize the rebels and make them vulnerable.

Facing Cassio's attack, Isabella dodged with a sidestep. Suddenly, a pale purple mist emanated from Cassio's body, causing everyone to exclaim, "Amethyst Battle Aura?" "Amethyst Battle Aura" was one of the hallmarks of a "Grand Swordsman." Although Cassio's current battle aura was only pale purple, it was enough to show that his strength was already equivalent to that of a "Grand Swordsman." It seemed he had been deliberately concealing his true power.

A strange light flashed in Isabella's eyes, and she calmly said, "You really know how to hide your strength. I didn't expect you to have already mastered 'Amethyst Battle Aura.'" "Although that's what she said, a deep purple battle aura suddenly erupted from her body, instantly suppressing Cassio again. After my modifications and guidance, Isabella has improved considerably in both strength and swordsmanship, and Cassio is clearly a step behind. The thousands of academy students present gasped in surprise at this sight. Although they already knew that Isabella was a famous 'Great Swordsman,' they had never witnessed her prowess firsthand. Now, they were so excited that they cheered loudly, making Cassio and the people behind him look extremely ugly.

Seeing that Isabella had overwhelmed him in terms of aura, Cassio suddenly shouted and leaped into the air. His figure truly soared into the sky like an eagle, instantly reaching nearly ten zhang in the air. With a clear dragon's roar, his sword was already drawn. With the shout, a rain of swords swept down from the sky, a dazzling red light filling the eye." The sound of sword energy slicing through the air hissed, and a red vortex appeared around Castor's body. The vortex swirled, forming clusters of fiery red clouds, which rolled and intensified the power of the sword strike.

Unexpectedly, Castor's attack was so fierce. It seemed this guy had indeed hidden his abilities very well; no one knew he was a master of this level. Isabella dared not be careless either. Her heart tightened, and she activated her amethyst battle qi to protect her entire body. With a delicate shout, her longsword conjured countless sword shadows, flashing towards the red clouds at lightning speed. The sword shadows clashed repeatedly with the red clouds, bursting into dazzling sparks and emitting a crisp, metallic clang.

As their swords clashed, their figures intertwined and separated, their speed increasing and their swordplay growing more frantic. The two figures ceased to exist in the arena, countless afterimages spiraling and merging, the surrounding air drawn by the rapidly spinning sword energy, forming a swirling hurricane around their forms. Everyone present held their breath, staring in stunned disbelief at this breathtaking battle.

Isabella and Castor were propelled into the air by the swirling current, their swords flashing like lightning in mid-air, producing a thunderous roar. The soaring killing intent and sword energy tore through the dark clouds, shattering the sky, and countless golden rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the scattered clouds, illuminating the turbulent capital. Countless people in the capital witnessed this extraordinary scene through their windows, while thousands of academy teachers and students present witnessed firsthand what would later be known as the "Battle That Shattered the Heavens."

Long afterward, people still talked about this duel with great interest, but they didn't know that compared to my life-or-death battle with Beirut, Isabella's duel with Castor was utterly childish. However, besides those around me, only the knights of the "Royal Knights" present witnessed my duel with Beirut, but they were too terrified to utter a single word, so outsiders had no way of knowing.

Many years later, historians, when describing this period of history, devoted considerable attention to Isabella and Castor's duel, and many ridiculously claimed that it changed the course of history. I wonder what future generations would think if they knew the truth? Conversely, the mysterious death of Prince Beirut, the protagonist of the coup, is only briefly mentioned in all history books, remaining vague. This is considered relatively rigorous by historians, and quite good compared to those who fabricate stories and make wild guesses. History plays cruel jokes on kind-hearted people like this. The truth of events never exists in these so-called histories; they have long been submerged in the river of time.

After an unknown amount of time, everything suddenly fell silent. Isabella and Castor stood facing each other in the square in front of the office building. Castor's clothes had been torn to shreds by the sword energy, hanging in tatters on his body. Blood seeped from countless tiny wounds. His dark eyes were weary, devoid of their former brilliance. His long hair was soaked with sweat, and his pale face was covered in beads of perspiration. The longsword in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds; his arm and the sword trembled violently as he struggled to maintain the raised, pointed stance. He had no strength left to fight.

"Surrender, Castor," Isabella said, her sword pressed against Castor's neck. Her face showed no sign of fatigue, and there was not a single wound on her body. She remained as ethereal and radiant as ever. The battle just now seemed to her like a leisurely stroll in the garden; the outcome was already obvious. With a clang, the longsword fell limply from Casso's grasp to the ground. Seeing the situation turning against them, Muffy and the others behind Casso immediately moved closer, while Yalan, Mengying, and the others also slowly closed in; a chaotic battle was imminent. "

Stop! Don't you want the Dean dead?" Kegia, the martial arts instructor and the suitor of the disillusioned Mengying instructor, dragged Dean Dante out of his office, his longsword held against Dean Dante's neck. "Yalan," he said, "I advise you to put down your weapons, or the Dean will be dead." Dean Dante leaned weakly against Kegia, his eyes closed as if he were fast asleep. Before Isabella could speak, Kegia roared, "I'll count to three! If you don't put down your weapons, Dean Dante's life is over!" He paused, then shouted "One!" Isabella's sword slipped slightly from Castor's neck.

"Two!" Kegia yelled again, and Isabella's sword was gone. A smug, sinister smile crept into Kegia's eyes. He looked at Isabella, Yalan, and the others, then shouted "Three!" With that shout, Isabella suddenly lunged forward, her longsword lashing out at Kegia. Almost simultaneously, Yalan, Melina, Nilos, and the others launched their attacks, raining down magical projectiles and arrows upon the traitorous students and instructors behind Castor.

"Kekiah, kill the old man!" That bastard, Mufis, caught off guard and dazed, still couldn't resist his wickedness—truly wicked to the extreme. But at that moment, Kekiah seemed to freeze, standing there blankly as Yalan and Mel rescued Dean Dante from his arms. Mufis sensed something was wrong behind him. Turning around, he saw Isabella's longsword being pulled from Kekiah's fallen body. Then, he felt a chill run down his spine as a longsword pierced his heart. As if unable to believe things had suddenly turned out this way, he struggled to turn his head and saw the sword's owner, Xin Yun, pulling the fatal sword from his body. Mufis's head slumped, and he collapsed to the ground, eyes wide, taking his last breath. He followed Kekiah and Castor, for Castor had already been sent back to his hometown by Dora before him.

The battle ended quickly. The rebels, having lost Casso, Kegia, and Mufis, were severely demoralized, and their strength was far inferior. In less than a quarter of an hour, all the rebel instructors had been killed, and the remaining hundreds of students suffered heavy casualties under the magical attacks of Sistine, Mel, and Alice. Only by surrendering could they save their lives.

"Grandpa, wake up!" Yalan cried anxiously, shaking Dean Dante's arm.

"The Dean was drugged by Sigurd. Although the antidote has been administered, its effects aren't immediate, so he might remain unconscious for a while longer," Alice comforted Yalan. "Dean Dante will be alright, don't worry." Sigurd, a professor of ancient medicine at the Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy, had died in the battle.

Fortunately, they only intended to control the academy by holding Dean Dante hostage; if they had intended to kill him from the start, Dean Dante wouldn't have been so lucky. However, if they didn't have Dean Dante as a hostage, Yalan, Melina, and the others would have already utterly defeated them. They wouldn't be able to spout such nonsense and act so arrogantly.

"Hey, what magic did you use on Kegia? Why didn't he resist at all when I stabbed him with my sword?" Isabella asked Dalanie and Patricia, who had just revealed themselves, with some curiosity.

"We used 'paralysis.' Within fifteen minutes, his muscles and joints will become stiff, and he won't be able to move a single finger. It's his fault for scheming against others; we'll let him experience what it's like to be schemed against from behind," Dalanie said with a charming laugh, her adorable expression making Patricia and Isabella giggle as well.

"Grandpa, you're awake?" "Yalan's surprised voice reached everyone's ears, and Isabella, Darlane, Patricia, and the others quickly gathered around Dean Dante. Dean Dante opened his eyes and looked at the women in front of him. With Yalan's help, he stood up and looked up at the "battlefield" in front of the office building. He seemed to understand what had happened there.

"Grandpa, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Yalan asked with some concern. Dean Dante shook his head and sighed, "It seems I'm really getting old. I never thought I would be ambushed by a few insignificant people."

Seeing that Dean Dante's expression was somewhat dejected, Yalan quickly comforted him, "Grandpa, don't underestimate them. Take that Castor, for example. We didn't see anything special about him before, but you know what? He could actually use the 'Amethyst Battle Aura,' which only a 'Great Swordsman' could use. If it weren't for Sister Bella, I don't think any of us would have been able to defeat him." "Her words were, of course, intended to comfort Dean Dante. If they were to conjure up 'Love's Armor,' any one of them against Castor would leave him no chance but to be beaten. Putting aside 'Love's Armor,' Melina, Nilos, and others could also defeat him in terms of elemental magic, but in terms of swordsmanship, perhaps only Isabella could truly defeat him. Prince Fett, Claire, and others were still somewhat lacking in strength alone."

"Oh, really? It seems he's deliberately hiding his strength. By the way, where is that kid Will now?" Dean Dante's expression softened slightly as he looked around and, not finding me, naturally became curious.

“Grandpa, Will has already returned to the palace with Princess Lapis. His Majesty the King may have been murdered, and the rebellious Prince Beirut has been executed by Will.” Yalan’s words clarified several matters. Seeing that Dean Dante simply nodded, Yalan continued, “Grandpa, what should we do with these people?”

Dean Dante sighed and pondered, “The ringleader has been eliminated. Most of these students are still immature. Let them go.”

“Letting them go like that is too easy on them!” Xinyun said indignantly, “I think they are all Prince Beirut’s lackeys. Keeping them around will only cause us trouble.”

Dean Dante pondered for a moment, then said, “Alright then, all students involved in this rebellion will be expelled from the school. What do you think?” “

The Dean is kind-hearted. I think this is a good idea.” Melina thought about it and also felt it was inappropriate to be so ruthless. She immediately agreed with Dean Dante’s opinion. Yalan, Mengying, and the others looked at each other and also agreed.

Dean Dante thought for a moment and said, "Such a big thing happening at the academy will definitely cause a huge uproar. I think we should have a day off tomorrow and resume classes next Monday."

"Okay, let's go make the arrangements." Yalan and the others went off to direct their respective teams to handle the aftermath. This unprecedented event of holding the dean hostage in the hundreds of years since the founding of "Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy" ended abruptly with the rebels' crushing defeat. However, many legends about Isabella and Castor's "Battle of the Heavens" have been passed down through generations of Tianxing Magic and Martial Arts Academy students.

When I arrived in front of the palace with Lapis, Helen, Michael, and the others, the scene before us shocked us. It looked like a bloody battle had taken place; blood was everywhere, and there were many wounded and dead, all of them knights of the "Royal Knights." Judging from the situation, it seemed that there had been internal strife within the "Royal Knights." We finally saw Sasha, Emily, and Yaqing. They were directing the less seriously wounded knights to carry the wounded and the dead to different locations. Seeing us arrive, they happily came to greet us.

"Brother Will, is everything resolved?" Sasha, of course, wasn't worried about me; she knew my strength better than anyone else. I simply nodded and asked, "What happened?"

Emily softly replied, "We arrived too late. His Majesty the King was already murdered around noon. When we arrived, we encountered an internal conflict within the Royal Knights. The faction loyal to His Majesty the King was led by the vice-captain of the Third Battalion, Rein, while the faction loyal to Prince Beirut was led by the captain of the First Battalion, Eisenhower. Initially, Eisenhower's side had the numerical advantage, but after Sasha intervened, the situation immediately reversed. Eisenhower was also killed by Sasha, and his men quickly surrendered." "So that's how it is. It seems the reinforcements that Castor and his group were waiting for didn't arrive because of this internal strife. Otherwise, the academy's situation wouldn't have been resolved so easily.

" "Your Highness, Your Highness, the Vice-Captain of the Third Battalion of the Royal Knights, Renn, has arrived late to rescue you and deserves to die." Renn appeared before Lapis and me, his face covered in blood. I had met him once before, when I went to the palace to discuss the matter of the young lord of Sliwell City. I had a good impression of him then, and I was right; he truly was a

man of honor. "Sir Renn, please rise. You have not only committed no wrongdoing, but have also rendered meritorious service. Knowing that you might lose your life, you still risked your life to stand against my second brother. This is truly commendable." Renn's loyalty eased Lapis's grief somewhat and filled her with more confidence for the future.

"That's because I firmly believe that Her Highness the Princess and His Highness the Prince will overcome all difficulties and eliminate the traitors." Rein's face shone with admiration as he sincerely told me, "Your Highness, after witnessing your battle with Vice Commander Esda that day, I believe you are a gift from heaven to the people of Mosby. I believe the Kingdom of Mosby will surely become even more prosperous and powerful under your and Her Highness the Princess's leadership."

"Thank you, Knight Rein. Lapis and I promise we won't let you down." I patted Rein on the shoulder and said, "I see quite a few of your men are injured. Have them stop for a moment and then assemble here." "

Yes, sir." Rein saluted Lapis and me, then called his men to assemble. Of course, many of them weren't actually his men, as they were originally from the First Battalion and had surrendered because they couldn't win. In no time, Rein had gathered all his men. I glanced at them; there were only a little over a hundred, and more than half of them were injured.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, the knights have assembled and await your instructions." Rein clearly didn't understand what I was planning and awaited my further instructions. I ignored him and instead raised my hands, creating a massive sphere of light above the knights' heads. Lapis and the others were naturally familiar with it; this was the advanced healing magic of the Light element, "Angel's Light," which I had used in the main training ground of the Heavenly Star Magic and Martial Arts Academy. Anyone touched by its light was instantly restored to full health, without a trace of injury.

This near-miraculous event naturally filled all the knights with immense joy. Rein, in particular, revered me like a god, kneeling on one knee and loudly proclaiming, "Your Highness's skill is divine! Rein and I will follow Your Highness and Your Highness to the death, without ever wavering!" The knights behind him also knelt on one knee, shouting "We will follow you to the death, without ever wavering!" This magnificent scene moved Lapis, Sasha, and the others deeply.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Henry and I swear to follow you to the death, with unwavering loyalty." A similar voice suddenly came from behind us. I turned to see Henry and his men had returned, kneeling behind us in unison. "

Rise, all of you. I hope you remember your oaths today." My usual playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a serious expression. I turned to Renn and said in a deep voice, "Sir Renn, I hereby appoint you as the Grand Master of the Royal Knights, responsible for the security of the palace and its inhabitants, as well as the safety of the royal family. Are you willing?"

"I will certainly fulfill my duties," Renn said solemnly.

"Good." I turned to Henry and said loudly, "Sir Henry, I hereby appoint you as the Vice Grand Master of the Royal Knights, responsible for assisting Sir Renn. I hope you will atone for your past mistakes and not disappoint me." "

Yes, I will dedicate myself wholeheartedly, even unto death, and will never disappoint Your Highness. " Henry was clearly surprised by the outcome. Having witnessed my battle with Beirut, I doubted he'd have the courage to harbor any further doubts.

I turned to Renn and said, "Commander Renn, I now order you to reorganize the current personnel within three days, weeding out the bad elements and eliminating the undesirable ones from the Knights. At the same time, the original 'Shadow' Legion will be entirely incorporated into the 'Royal Knights,' under your full command."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will do my utmost." Renn was naturally grateful for my trust. I waved them off to continue the post-battle cleanup, while I, Lapis, Sasha, and the others entered the palace.

"Lapis, you won't blame me for overstepping my bounds, will you?" I said this deliberately, noticing Lapis's somber expression. I knew, of course, that Lapis wouldn't blame me; in fact, she secretly hoped I would completely overstep my bounds and hand over the throne to me. In truth, her greatest ideal was probably to live freely with the person she loved. Governing the country and bringing peace to the world was not her desire, nor was she particularly talented in that area.

“Will, I know you want to make things easier for me. Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Lapis did seem much stronger, holding my hand tenderly. “Will, with you by my side, even if the sky falls, I won’t be afraid.” I patted her hand speechlessly. Lapis continued, “Will, will you come with me to see Father?” I nodded, turning my gaze to Sasha beside me. The little girl was already obediently leading the way. It turned out that Prester V’s body was in a crystal coffin in the main hall; it seemed he had already prepared his own escape route.

Lapis knelt on the ground, reaching out her left hand to grasp Prester V’s cold right hand. I knelt beside her, half-embracing her. Prester V died of poisoning, but unlike those who usually die from poisoning, bleeding from all seven orifices and with a grotesque face, Prester V’s face appeared remarkably peaceful, a peace I had never seen before. Looking at my father-in-law, whom I didn't particularly like, I felt a mix of emotions. Prester V was neither a good king nor a good father. Although his recent actions suggested he might have realized his mistake, it was too late. If he had decisively stopped the duel with Esda after discovering that Prince Beirut had lent him the "Blessing of the Elements," his fate today would certainly not be so tragic.

Frankly, I don't know how Prester V viewed me, but one thing is certain: he didn't like me much because I had openly refused to serve him. Even his later agreement to marry Lapis to me was a decision made out of fear of my displayed power and guilt towards Prince Carlo. Perhaps deep down, he still fantasized about indirectly controlling me to serve him through Lapis, but unfortunately, after everything that had happened, Lapis was no longer someone he could control. Since my duel with Esda, Lapis has hardly spent a night in the palace, which speaks volumes. The person responsible for this situation is Prester V himself; he shot himself in the foot.

I simply cannot imagine that a father would become an accomplice in forcing his vulnerable daughter into the dangerous forest to fight monsters, and then feel no remorse whatsoever. Not to mention Prince Carlo's actions. I don't believe that a cunning old fox like Prester V couldn't see through Prince Beirut's sinister intentions; instead of stopping him, he fueled the flames. Even later, when the "Blessing of the Elements" was destroyed, and even a three-year-old knew Prince Beirut intended to kill me, his behavior was utterly disappointing. I don't know why Prester V favored and indulged this treacherous second son, Beirut. Looking at the corpse before me, I couldn't help but think: it's rare that Prester V died willingly at Prince Beirut's hands; otherwise, how could his face be so peaceful?

Yesterday the abdication was issued, and today a rebellion broke out—it all seems pre-planned. What's even stranger is that when Prester V issued the abdication, neither Lapis nor I, the two main characters, were present. I only learned of my impending marriage to the future Queen of Mosby from a restaurant chef—how absurd! What's even more perplexing is that he specifically told Lapis and me not to come see him. What did that mean? Did he not want to see us?

That's the only thought I could come up with. Perhaps I can speculate even further: Prester V didn't want to pass the throne to Lapis, but he worried that if he passed it to the Prince of Beirut, I would use my power to overthrow the Beirut throne. So he deliberately announced the abdication to Lapis. He certainly knew how the Prince of Beirut would react, so he deliberately issued the abdication, forcing Beirut to stage a coup, and then letting fate decide the final victor. Of course, there's another possibility: he knew the Prince of Beirut was impatient, so he deliberately went along with Beirut's plan and issued the abdication at the appropriate time. This wasn't Beirut's desired outcome, but it might have been Prester V's.

If my guess is correct, then Prester V's death is easily understood; all signs indicate he had a premonition, or even was prepared for it. Whether Lapis or Beirut ultimately wins, the other side's fate is the same. Perhaps Prester V didn't want to witness the tragedy of his children fighting amongst themselves, so he chose to end his life prematurely. I even suspect that Prester V was truly murdered by the Prince of Beirut. One highly probable scenario is that the Prince of Beirut ordered someone to secretly poison Prester V's food, and Prester V, knowing the food was poisoned, deliberately pretended not to know.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, everything has been cleaned up. Is there anything else you require?" Renn rushed in, informing us that the "battlefield" had been cleared.

"You've worked hard. Now, there are a few things I need you to do, Commander Renn." Seeing Lapis's current state, I figured she couldn't make any decisions, so I had to step in.

"Your Highness, please speak freely." Renn gave me a knightly salute and asked respectfully.

"First, spread the news of Prince Beirut's coup and His Majesty's assassination; second, notify the city's defense forces to strengthen their defenses, and impose martial law throughout the city tonight; third, notify all ministers to report to the palace first thing tomorrow morning; fourth, have people guard the palace tonight to prevent any accidents." I rattled off four tasks for Renn.

"Yes, I will send someone to do it immediately." Renn bowed and was about to leave when he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned back, saying, "Your Highness, I have already sent people to thoroughly search the palace. It turns out that the guards and servants in the palace are either dead or have fled. Apart from those guarding the treasury and those watching over the gardens, there is no one left in other places—including the chefs in the royal kitchen. Should I send someone to find some servants immediately?" Of course, the chefs in the royal kitchen could not be left behind. The poison that Prester V suffered was very likely put in his food, and these chefs in the royal kitchen would naturally be implicated. No matter who came to power, they would be the first to be killed. How could they not run away?

Surprisingly, Renn was quite thoughtful. I shook my head and said, "This isn't urgent. Go and attend to your work." Renn replied with a "Yes," and went off to assign tasks. I couldn't help but shake my head inwardly, thinking, "Well, he left me with an almost empty palace, not even a single chef from the royal kitchen. I hope the treasury isn't empty either." Of course, this was a joke. The Kingdom of Mosby had a good geographical location, fertile land, and rarely suffered from famine. Moreover, the national tax rate was not low, so the treasury should have a considerable amount of gold coins.

King Prester V was not fond of women and had only one queen, his first wife and the biological mother of Princess Lapis and Prince Carlo. Prince Beirut was born to King Prester V after drinking with a palace maid. Since the queen's death, King Prester V's harem had remained empty. One strange thing is that a king who isn't interested in women should theoretically be a wise ruler, but in every respect, Prester V can't be considered one.

"Will, if I didn't know you had grander ambitions, I'd really like to give you the throne. You'd definitely do a better job than me," Lapis said, holding my hand.

"Don't underestimate yourself. I have faith in you," I said, stroking Lapis's hair. Lapis nodded, then suddenly noticed Helen, Emily, and the others behind me, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I forgot everything."

"Lapis, we're all family, why are you being so polite?" Helen said, holding Lapis's hand. "But you, don't be too heartbroken and hurt yourself. You don't want Will to worry about you, do you?"

“Thank you, Helen, I’m alright now. Seeing Father pass away peacefully makes me feel much better.” Lapis took my and Helen’s hands and said, “Vell, Helen, Emily, and Yaqing, come with me. I’ll show you around the palace. This will be your home from now on.” Hearing Lapis mention “home,” Helen’s face lit up with longing, while Emily and Yaqing blushed slightly.

A quarter of an hour later, we sat down at a large round dining table. Lapis sighed and said, “I can’t believe the palace was so lively yesterday, and today it’s just us few. By the way, where did Sasha and Michael go?”

“Your Majesty, what are your orders?” Sasha and Michael appeared at the door at that exact moment, each carrying a teapot and teacups. I wondered where they had gone without a word earlier; they had gone to the kitchen to boil water. All the chefs in the royal kitchen have fled. What are we going to do for dinner tonight? I suddenly remembered this somewhat troublesome problem.

"Sister Michael, thank you so much for doing this. I'm really sorry to have you do such a thing. And please don't call me that anymore, I really feel uncomfortable with it," Lapis said somewhat uneasily.

"Princess, that won't do. Tomorrow morning you will be facing your ministers as Queen. You can't afford to look weak," Michael poured Lapis a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Have some hot tea, it will make you feel better."

"Sister Michael, thank you, I'm fine now," Lapis said, taking the teacup from Michael's hand.

I smiled as I looked at Michael and Sasha, who were wearing aprons, and said, "Big sister, you and Sasha look quite convincing as cooks, you seem pretty much the part."

Sasha chuckled and said, "Unfortunately, we're all show and no substance; we can't cook dishes as delicious as Sister Ziyue."

Helen suddenly smiled and said to Lapis, "Princess, the palace doesn't even have a single chef right now, why don't we invite the head chef of 'Zhenxiuzhai' to be our royal chef?" Lapis

's eyes lit up, and she smiled at me, saying, "Will, I think that's a good idea. We need to hire a chef anyway, what do you think?"

"If we could get Sister Ziyue to be our royal chef, that would be wonderful, but wouldn't we be poaching someone from 'Zhenxiuzhai'? I'm afraid that fat owner won't be happy," I said with a smile.

"That's alright, we can just spend some money. At worst, we can just buy the whole 'Zhenxiuzhai,' right?" " Merchants are all profit-driven. I don't think this fat boss would turn down money, would he?" Lapis said with a smile. She was right; judging from the fat boss's appearance, he certainly wouldn't turn down money.

"Alright, if I have time tomorrow, I'll see if I can get this done. After all, food and shelter are the most important things," I said, taking a sip of tea.

"Speaking of food and shelter, well—what about tonight?" Lapis looked out the window, her face contorted with worry. "It's almost dinnertime now, isn't it?" Everyone exchanged glances, unsure of a good idea.

"Don't look so gloomy. I can always go back to the Earl's mansion and have them prepare it and bring it over," I said with a smile.

"No need to trouble yourself. We've already brought it over." "Melina's voice suddenly rang out, and then Melina, Lilia, Dora, Isabella, Amphia, Celia, Fiana, Tracy, Vivian, Eileen, Amy, Judy, Eliza, Bingqian, Xuezhi, Funora, and others came in one by one, each carrying a food box. The last one to arrive was Monica! Why was she here too?

"Sister Nana, how did you know we hadn't eaten yet?" Lapis greeted her with a smile.

"You don't need to think about it, because we haven't eaten either, so we brought it here for everyone to eat together," Melina answered Lapis's question while directing the women to put the food boxes away.

I stopped Monica and asked in a low voice, "Sister Monica, why aren't you at home with your parents? Why are you here?"

Before Monica could answer, Melina interjected, "Ville, don't you understand? This food was all prepared by Monica's parents; they were originally intended to treat us to Monica's birthday party." "My sister and I went to visit our parents at Monica's house first, and they asked us to bring you some food." "

Oh, I see." I nodded and asked softly, "Sister, how are Father and Mother?"

"Will, don't worry about them. Father and Mother are no longer saddened by what happened to Brother. We never imagined he would be like this. I'm sorry, Will." Monica was clearly still upset about what happened today.

I reached out and pulled Monica into my arms, whispering comfortingly, "Sister, everyone has their own ambitions. What happened today has nothing to do with you or Father and Mother. What is there to apologize for? It's because I ruined your birthday party and caused so much trouble for your family, and your brother also… I should be the one apologizing."

"A brother like that is better off without." Monica nestled against my chest and said softly, "Brother wasn't like this before, but ever since he became a knight of the Royal Knights, he's slowly changed. But I never imagined he would become like this."

“Human greed is endless. Many bad people weren’t always bad; the environment around us has a huge influence.” I sighed and said, “Don’t think about this unhappy thing anymore, okay?” Monica

nodded obediently and whispered, “Will, you’re so good to me.” Monica buried her head in my chest and then said softly, “When I heard you say there was poison in the tea, it was like a bolt from the blue. I was so scared; I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I’m sorry, I frightened you, sister.” I cupped Monica’s pretty face and kissed her slightly cold lips. Monica shook her head; I knew she was telling me not to say anything more, but she didn’t say it. Instead, she sealed my lips with her cherry-like lips. We were lost in our passionate kiss, forgetting that we were at the dining table in front of everyone.

“Brother Will, Sister Monica, it’s not that I wanted to disturb you, but Mom said the food wouldn’t taste good if it got cold.” Lilia's voice startled Monica and me from our reverie. Monica blushed and pulled away from my lips, but she didn't seem to intend to leave my embrace. Instead, she smiled shyly and whispered to me, "Will, shall I feed you?" I smiled and nodded.

"Will, try this. It's my mother's specialty." "Will, try this too. It's delicious." Monica kept feeding me all sorts of food, leaving me no chance to speak. Every time I tried to speak, Monica would promptly feed me more, letting me enjoy the delicious food. The other women ate quietly, occasionally casting knowing smiles at us. Only Emily and Ya Meng blushed slightly at this intimate scene. When Monica

finally managed to fill my stomach to a round, full shape, she stopped feeding me and then let me hold her so she could eat something. I hugged Monica with one arm and rubbed my round belly with the other, exclaiming, "Sister Monica, you're going to burst my belly! I've never eaten so much before!" The other women giggled softly, while Monica, a little embarrassed, asked, "Will, are you alright?"

"Nothing serious, just a minor problem," I said, still groaning.

"Will, what's wrong? Do you want some water?" "Monica asked somewhat nervously.

"Sister Monica, I'm fine everywhere, it's just that I ate too much and can't walk. I might have to trouble everyone to carry me to bed later," I said with a pained expression, and the women couldn't help but laugh. Monica knew I was joking with her, and gave me a charmingly smug look, saying, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll get a few of my sisters to carry the master back to his room later." After saying that, she couldn't help but laugh herself.

After the women finished laughing, Melina spoke up, "Sisters, I see you've all eaten enough. Let's talk about what happened to us today. I'll start by telling you about what happened when I arrived at the academy, then Monica will tell you what happened after we left; and finally, Sasha will tell you what happened to her when she parted ways with us and arrived at the palace. We've all encountered so much today, I think you sisters can all learn some lessons and broaden your horizons. What do you say, Will?"

"Sister Nana, you're absolutely right. I still don't know what happened at the academy. Tell us about it first." I wholeheartedly agreed with Melina's suggestion. As the saying goes, "A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit," one must be good at summarizing experiences to continuously improve one's abilities. I think today's events must have been very beneficial for Monica, Helen, and the others. Especially Helen, after personally sparring with Beirut's "War God Armor," I think her confidence will have greatly increased.

About half an hour later, everyone shared their experiences. Isabella, upon hearing that Helen had been beaten bloody by Beirut, exclaimed in surprise, "Helen, how could you be so careless? Or was that Beirut prince too powerful?"

Melina also complained to me, "Vell, how could this happen? Why did you let Helen fight Beirut?" Hearing these reproaches, I didn't blame Melina at all; instead, I respected and loved her even more. Because when Melina said this, she saw herself as the eldest sister among the women, speaking out of concern for her sisters. From her perspective, what she said was very true, but my decision to let Helen fight also had a deeper meaning.

“Mom, Nana, I was just jolted by the shockwave, it’s nothing serious. Don’t blame Will without asking what happened,” Helen pouted, defending me. “You don’t know what happened, and you don’t understand Will’s intentions.”

“Intentions?” Melina and Isabella exchanged glances. They hadn’t grasped my intentions for a moment, mainly because they didn’t know what had happened. Although Monica had told them what had happened, it was only a general account, very brief, and many of the feelings at the time were impossible to describe accurately in words.

Helen didn't look at Melina and Isabella, but gazed at me affectionately and said, "Yes, I think Will's initiative today was for a very purpose. Although I didn't fully understand it at the time, I thought about it a lot afterwards and figured some things out." She paused slightly, then continued, "Will wanted the princess to pretend to be poisoned with him for several reasons: ① to confuse the enemy and lower their guard; ② to lure out the mastermind, because we couldn't initially confirm who was behind it; ③ to inspire our fighting spirit and let us test our strength in practice. The third point is the most important. I think Will had Monica and me act to see how strong we were when we lost his support, and everyone knows the result. Will, we must have disappointed you, right? Without your 'Love's Kay,' I wouldn't be sitting here watching you now."

"Sister Helen, didn't I tell you? You were already great. I'm very satisfied with your performance today." "I said seriously.

"Will, you don't need to comfort me. I know I'm far inferior to true masters. I think everyone who witnessed your battle with Prince Beirut understands what true strength is." Helen said, looking at Isabella, "Mom, although Sister Nana described your duel with that guy, Castor, as incredible, I know without even seeing it that compared to Will's battle with Prince Beirut, Mom's battle was just 'child's play.'" Melina, Isabella, Lilia, Bingqian, Fiana, and others who hadn't witnessed my battle with Beirut but had seen Isabella's battle with Castor stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Melina looked at me and said, "Will, even if Prince Beirut has a very powerful suit of armor, he can't be that strong, can he?"

I sighed and looked at the girls, their faces full of confusion. "Although I didn't witness the duel between Bella and Casso, I think Helen's analogy is appropriate. I know Bella's strength very well. Since she was unharmed, we can deduce Casso's strength as well." Isabella pleaded

almost desperately, her voice sweet, "Vill, please, tell us the truth quickly." I sighed inwardly and looked at the girls. It seemed I had to tell them the whole truth, which meant I would inevitably have to reveal my true identity to these twenty-odd girls. Just as I was hesitating, Emily seemed to read my mind and said sweetly, "Vill, what's coming will come. After what happened today, many things can't be hidden anymore." Emily's sudden, enigmatic words stunned the girls. I thought about it and realized Emily was right; running away wasn't the solution.

"Sister Emily, what do you mean by that?" "You mean Brother Will is hiding something from us? How did you find out?" Lilia's eyes widened, her forehead filled with question marks. The other women shared her expression, their gazes shifting between me and Emily.

Emily smiled and patted Lilia's head, saying, "Little Lilia, don't worry. After your Brother Will tells you everything, you'll understand his predicament." Then she turned to me, saying, "Will, you can begin, but don't forget to introduce us to everyone later."

The women were all stunned by Emily's words. I understood her implication: she was preparing to reveal her identity as a "Seraphim" of the divine race. At the same time, Ya Meng nodded at me, clearly agreeing to reveal her identity as a "Fallen Angel" of the demon race. In that instant, I made an extremely risky decision. I decided to gamble—on the feelings Emily, Ya Meng, and the other two women had for me. If they truly have feelings for me, then the risk of my decision is minimal, and the deeper the feelings, the lower the risk. Because my decision is to let Emily and the other three know my true identity.

My gaze swept across the women's faces, finally settling on Isabella's. At that moment, the room fell silent, broken only by the women's soft breathing. I cleared my throat and said, "What I'm about to say must not be revealed to anyone other than my sisters, not even my parents or siblings." As I spoke, I set up a "Dark Veil" barrier around us, but for some reason, Emily, Ya Meng, and the others suddenly exchanged a mysterious smile.

I saw the women all nod solemnly, then looked at Isabella and said, "Sister Bella, the reason Helen said that earlier was because the one who fought me wasn't Prince Beirut." Seeing their astonished expressions, I paused briefly, then said, word by word, "The one who fought me was the God of War."

"The God of War?" The women's mouths gaped open in an "O" shape. Lapis couldn't wait to ask, "Will, how could my second brother be the God of War?"

"That's right, it's the strongest God of War in the Heavenly Realm. When he was defeated by Satan, the Demon King of the Demon Realm, he transferred his consciousness into the 'God of War Armor' before his physical body was destroyed. Today, when Prince Beirut was wearing the 'God of War Armor' and fighting Helen, he was still just Prince Beirut. However, with the help of the 'God of War Armor,' his strength leaped forward, so Helen was no match for him. She only managed to avoid serious injury by using 'Love's Armor' to block his attacks. However, Helen used her wisdom to seize an opportunity and stab Prince Beirut. At that moment, the God of War's consciousness hidden in the 'God of War Armor' was awakened for some reason. Then, the God of War's consciousness took over Prince Beirut's body. Prince Beirut was no longer Prince Beirut, but a reborn God of War." "Upon hearing my explanation, the women were instantly petrified. Chapter 9,

Eliminating Evil in the Palace, Part 2:

Lapis suddenly spoke up, "I remember now! No wonder my second brother said something so strange back then: 'It's you lowly humans who made me your tool, at your beck and call. Today, I will annihilate you, body and soul.' I thought my second brother had lost his mind. It turns out he has become the God of War."

Monica and Michael nodded vigorously, "We also heard Prince Beirut say that. He really did say it."

Helen said with some lingering fear, "I've always wondered why Prince Beirut, whom I stabbed, seemed to have suddenly become many times stronger. Now I understand. If I had fought the God of War from the beginning, it would have been terrifying." "Brother

Will, is that God of War really that powerful?" Amy asked, tilting her head.

"Yes, it seems only Satan, the Demon King of the Demon Realm, has ever defeated him. No one else is his match." "I said with a smile.

"Th-th-Brother Will, you-you-are-the-Demon King-Satan-" Amy asked timidly in a low voice. I think many people had the same thought as her. It's no wonder, I told them that only the Demon King Satan had defeated the God of War, and I defeated the God of War today, so doesn't that mean I am the Demon King Satan? I looked at Amy, and then at the expressions of the girls who didn't know my identity, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Lapis, why is your expression different from the others? It seems like you don't care whether I am the Demon King Satan or not?" I asked Lapis with a smile, who still looked calm.

Lapis smiled sweetly and said, "So what if you are the Demon King Satan? Besides, is the Demon King Satan a big bad guy? I only believe my own eyes and my own feelings. I knew long ago that you were not an ordinary person like me, but I didn't expect you to be even more powerful than I imagined." "It seems she really thinks I'm the Demon King Satan, but I didn't expect her to be so open-minded." Hearing Lapis's words, some of the girls showed a hint of shame. I understood their feelings and naturally didn't blame them.

"Sister Amy, don't worry, your brother Will is definitely not the Demon King Satan," Ya Meng, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly said.

"Sister Ya Meng, how do you know Brother Will isn't the Demon King Satan?" Amy asked in surprise. Not only her, but everyone else except Sasha, me, Emily, Elena, and Ya Qing looked at Ya Meng with astonishment.

"Because I am a member of the Demon Clan, so I know your brother Will is definitely not our Demon King Satan," Ya Meng said, each word deliberate, her voice radiant with laughter. But these words, when heard by the girls, couldn't elicit a smile. Except for me, Sasha, and Monica whom I was holding, the other girls all stood up abruptly, looking at Ya Meng with wary expressions.

"Hey, you don't need to be so nervous. One demon and you're all this scared? That's disappointing," I said nonchalantly. "If you knew she and Yaqing were both 'Fallen Angels' of the demon race, and both maids of Princess Lanyas, the current leader of the demons, wouldn't you be scared to death?"

"How lewd...you naughty thing..." Monica, in my arms, snapped out of her daze and started punching me wildly. The other women also realized what was happening. Melina scolded, "Will, you knew all along, why didn't you tell us?"

"I was afraid that telling you would make you all nervous, so I only told Sasha," I said with a smile.

"Sasha, when did you find out?" Bingqian asked curiously.

"It was after Sister Imiri and the others appeared at the door that day, when Brother Will carried me into the hall and told me. I'm sorry, Brother Will told me not to tell you," Sasha said obediently.

"Then you must know who Brother Will is?" "Bingqian followed up with a question, her intelligence clearly indicating that Sasha knew many things she didn't.

"Well—I do know, but I'm afraid to say." Sasha looked at me with some difficulty.

I glanced at the women's eyes and said with a smile, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I'm afraid of scaring you."

"Will, I think you're overthinking it. Look, we weren't scared at all." Isabella suddenly blurted out.

"Mom, you know too?" Helen walked to Isabella's side, grabbed her arm, and said coquettishly, "Mom, since you already knew, why didn't you even tell me?"

"Silly girl, Will didn't tell you because he didn't want to cause you trouble." Isabella sighed and said, "Will did this with good intentions, you should be more understanding." Helen pouted, looking very unwilling. I smiled and waved to her, and Helen ran over with a bright smile: "Will, are you going to tell me?"

I laughed and pulled her into my arms, letting her and Monica sit on either side of me on my lap. Seeing that Helen had already perked up her ears, I couldn't help but chuckle, "Sister Helen, don't be too anxious. I'll tell you all later. You can do whatever you want with her then." Helen

chuckled and said, "Alright, since your attitude is pretty good, I'll go easy on you later." The women couldn't help but smile knowingly. Isabella laughed and scolded, "You brat, Will gave you a pole, and you actually climbed it!" The women laughed even harder, but Helen had a "he deserved it" expression and ignored them.

I smiled and pointed at Emily and Elena, saying, "Before I tell you who I really am, let me introduce you to two people, Emily and Elena, whom I'm pointing to. You must be wondering why I need to introduce them if they aren't distant relatives of Priest Jerome. But you'll be very surprised before I reveal their true identities." I paused deliberately, grinning at the women, before continuing, "They are two 'Seraphim' under the command of the Divine Leaders, Meya and Han Yi."

I couldn't bear to look at the expressions on the women's faces anymore; it wasn't just a little surprised, it was an absolute, utter shock. After a long while, the women slowly came to their senses. Amy, the little girl, was particularly happy. She ran to Emily's side, tugging at her clothes and looking her up and down, even reaching out to touch Emily's face. Finally, she came to her conclusion: "They seem no different from me." Everyone was amused by her innocent and naive behavior. Emily smiled and pulled Amy into her arms, kissing her on the cheek. "Little sister, you're so cute." "

Sister Emily, why did you pretend to be distant relatives of Priest Jerome Int to find us?" Amy asked, tilting her head.

"Of course, it's because of your Brother Will! We and Ya Meng and the others came with the same purpose: to find out who your Brother Will really is. But so far, like you, I still don't know the answer." Emily seemed to like Amy very much, smiling as she asked, "Little sister, you won't blame me for lying to you before, will you?"

"No, Amy knows you were afraid of scaring us," Amy said obediently.

“Good girl, no wonder your brother Will likes you so much,” Emily said with a smile. Hearing Emily say this, Amy shyly buried her flushed face in Emily's shoulder. Emily patted Amy with a smile, then turned to me and said, “Will, you should reveal the answer to the question now, right?”

I nodded and said to Melina, “Sister Nana, you can tell everyone.”

Melina nodded and then said to the girls, “Sisters, actually, I only learned Will's identity about two weeks ago, to be precise, on the night the four ‘Black Phantom’ assassins attacked the Earl's mansion. I also know now that those four assassins were subdued by my two sisters, Ya Meng and Ya Qing, right?”

“Sister Ya Meng, Ya Qing, you were the ones who subdued those men in black, where were you then?” "Amy lifted her head curiously from Emily's shoulder and looked at Ya Meng and Ya Qing, asking,

"We did subdue them. We were in the Earl's mansion's back garden at the time, but you couldn't see us." Ya Meng said somewhat embarrassedly. Her explanation clearly didn't satisfy the women, as could be seen from their expressions. However, Melina came to her rescue.

"Amy, don't interrupt. I'm about to reveal Will's true identity. Will is—" Melina glanced at the women and said, word by word, "The sworn brother of the 'Creator God'—the ruler of the universe—the Lord of Chaos—" Melina seemed to be teasing the women, deliberately speaking in such a halting manner. The women were once again petrified. This had happened countless times before, and I couldn't bear to see their astonished expressions any longer.

"So you're that arrogant. Why didn't you tell us sooner?" "Helen suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and said in a coquettish tone, 'You must have many more powerful moves, right? You have to teach me them all!' This girl is really something; the first thing she thought of was asking me to teach her powerful moves. I'm truly impressed by her. Just as I was about to laugh and cry, I suddenly heard a series of thumping footsteps, and Renn and a dozen knights rushed in, looking extremely flustered.

'Commander Renn, what happened?' Looking at the flustered Renn, Lapis asked calmly.

'Your Highness, Your Highness, something terrible has happened! Marquis Martin, Marquis Balang, and Marquis Alold have launched a rebellion! They are surrounding the palace with their men! Please allow me to immediately escort the princess and Your Highness out of the palace through the back gate; any later and it will be too late.'" "Renne didn't even bother with etiquette and immediately signaled several knights to come and carry me away.

"This old fox is here so quickly. I thought he would at least wait until tomorrow morning court. I didn't expect him to be even more impatient than I thought." I said nonchalantly as I put Helen and Monica down from my arms. Since the women already knew my true identity, and there were also experts from the gods and demons like Emily and Ya Meng present, they didn't seem too surprised when they heard Renn's words.

Renn and the knights were obviously a little confused by our composure. Renn urged, "Your Highness, time is running out. Their people will be here soon. The Royal Knights only have a little over two hundred left. They can't hold out for much longer."

I took the towel Sasha handed me and wiped my mouth, then asked casually, "How many of them are there?"

"More than two thousand city guards, plus the personal guards of Marquis Martin, Marquis Balang, and others. I estimate there are about three thousand people." "Rain looked very anxious, looking at Lapis and saying, 'Your Highness, please make a decision quickly.'

'Only three thousand people,' I muttered to myself, then turned to Melina and winked, saying, 'Sister Nana, take Judy and Amy back to the Earl's mansion. Don't let that old fox, Marquis Martin, destroy our home.'

Melina was also very clever. Seeing my wink and the fact that I only mentioned Judy and Amy, she understood perfectly well that I wanted her to take the Judy sisters away, not wanting them to witness Marquis Balang's fate, after all, he was their maternal grandfather. Melina nodded and said to Amy in Emily's arms, 'Amy, let's go quickly. Your mother and your second sister should have already returned home from the academy. There are fewer people at home now, let's go back quickly.'" Judy

seemed to understand something. After giving me a deep look, she obediently walked to Melina's side. Amy, lying in Emily's arms, looked unhappy, her little mouth pouting so much it could hang an oil bottle. Emily smiled and patted Amy's head, saying, "Little Amy, don't pout. How about I go back with you?" Amy reluctantly nodded, and then a flash of white light appeared in the room, and Melina, Judy, Emily, and Amy disappeared. This scene left Renn and the knights dumbfounded.

"This is—this is 'Spatial Transfer Magic,' right?" Renn asked uncertainly.

"Captain Renn, you guessed right. It seems you still don't have much confidence in me and Will. A mere Marquis Martin has scared you." Lapis said with a slightly mocking smile. By this time, Renn understood everything. Since we could use "Spatial Transfer Magic" and disappear without a trace at any time, what was there to be afraid of? Renn blushed slightly, a little embarrassed. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Just as he was feeling awkward, there was another series of thumping footsteps, and a knight ran in.

"Princess, Your Highness, Commander Renn, the palace has been surrounded by the city guards. Marquis Martin and some ministers are currently being held back at the palace gate by Deputy Commander Henry. Marquis Martin says the princess must abdicate immediately, or his men will storm the palace." This knight was probably one of those who witnessed my duel with Prince Beirut; he didn't seem flustered at all, but rather quite calm and composed.

"Go tell Knight Henry to let them in. Tell them we'll be waiting for them in the main hall," I waved my hand and said to the knight.

"Yes." The knight saluted and ran off again. I turned to Renn and said, "Commander Renn, please accompany me and the princess to the main hall. Let's see how Marquis Martin's act turns out."

"Yes, please follow me, princess." At this moment, Renn realized that I didn't take Marquis Martin and his men seriously at all. He straightened his back and waved for the knight who had come in with him to lead the way. He then gestured for Lapis and me to go first. I was about to leave with Lapis in my hand when Monica and Helen grabbed our arms, one on each side, and said, "What about us?"

I shook my head, looked back at the women behind me, and laughed, "I'm really afraid of you all. Fine, you two can come with me and Lapis to watch the show. As for the rest of you, stay in the back and watch. Don't come out without my order. I'm afraid too many people will scare the fox away." The women giggled and surrounded Lapis and me as we walked towards the main hall.

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"Marquis Arold, how have you been?" Lapis and I walked into the hall side-by-side. I immediately spotted Marquis Arold, the lord of Sliwell City, the one with whom I had a blood feud for killing my son. Helen and Monica followed a step behind us, looking somewhat like our bodyguards. Renn, Henry, and several knights of the Royal Knights stood guard in rows before the king's throne, their swords drawn. The crystal coffin containing King Prester V had been moved aside.

"Hmph, you lowly commoner, daring to be so arrogant even on your deathbed! I will tear you to pieces to appease my son's spirit in heaven!" Marquis Arold said coldly, pointing at me, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Marquis Alaud, there's no need to be in such a hurry. Our feud will be settled later." I spoke nonchalantly, which infuriated Marquis Alaud, his hand trembling as he pointed at me: "You—"

"Marquis Arold, calm down. A cooked duck won't fly away," Marquis Martin, the old fox, subtly stopped the increasingly agitated Marquis Arold. Although he, like Marquis Arold, wished he could kill me to avenge his son, his greatest dream was to seize the throne of the Kingdom of Mosby, and only secondarily to avenge his son, Abel.

I ignored these scoundrels and led Lapis to the dragon throne. I then gracefully gestured for Lapis to sit on it. Lapis hesitated, glancing at me. I nodded, and Monica behind her gently nudged her. Lapis reluctantly sat on the throne, a symbol of power, while Helen, Monica, and I stood on either side of it. Lapis, who had just sat on the dragon throne, seemed a little awkward. I gave her an encouraging smile, and she nodded, straightened her back, and then turned her gaze to Marquis Martin and the others in the main hall.

"Marquis Martin, Marquis Alaud, Marquis Balang, and these twenty-odd civil and military officials, what are you trying to do by barging into the palace with so many people at this time?" To be honest, Lapis put on a serious face and had a bit of a queenly demeanor.

"Princess, oh no, perhaps I should call you Queen now, although you may never officially ascend the throne as Queen, but in order for you to step down more gracefully, I will reluctantly call you Queen." Marquis Martin, that old fox, was really arrogant, daring to say such things. However, the most effective way to deal with bad guys is to give them a fatal blow when they think they have accomplished their mission and are at their most triumphant. Without my order, Ryan and Henry wouldn't easily make any moves, but Helen and Monica were different. Their faces were ashen, and their fists were clenched. If I hadn't intervened beforehand, they probably would have already started fighting.

"Oh, then I'd like to ask you, Marquis, my throne was personally passed down to me by my father. I haven't even settled into my position yet; I want to sit on it for a few more years. What right do you have to make me step down?" Lapis was now fearless. She had suffered enough from these people's taunts before, and now that the situation had reversed, she was unwilling to let them

off the hook. "My dear princess, you are truly naive. In that case, I will reluctantly explain it to you." Marquis Martin narrowed his small eyes. Perhaps he thought we were all fish on a chopping block, at his mercy, unaware that he himself was the real fish. Unfortunately, at this moment, his mind was already filled with the delusional dream of becoming the king of the Kingdom of Mosby, and he even ignored our unusual composure. He trusted his own people too much.

After glancing at me and Lapis, Marquis Martin grinned maliciously and said, "Your Highness, let me be frank with you. Tomorrow at this time, all the people of the Kingdom of Mosby will hear the news that their beloved Princess Lapis has committed the heinous act of patricide and fratricide in order to usurp the throne. And I—Marquis Martin of the Kingdom of Mosby—will become the most outstanding new king in the history of the Kingdom of Mosby as a hero who quells the rebellion and avenges the late king! Ha—ha—ha—" Marquis Martin laughed arrogantly, and after laughing, he pointed to Marquis Arold and Marquis Balang beside him, as well as the more than twenty civil and military officials behind him, and said, "See? Two-thirds of the civil and military officials support me. Your Majesty, you have no choice but to abdicate."

"Clap, clap, clap," I clapped and laughed, "That's wonderful, Marquis Martin. I didn't expect you to be able to tell jokes, and to be so funny, ha-ha-ha-ha!" Lapis, Helen, and Monica were also amused by my actions and covered their mouths to chuckle.

Marquis Martin and his entourage were naturally no longer laughing. Marquis Martin, his beard bristling with rage, roared, "You lowly commoner! I see you won't give up until you're faced with death! Fine, I'll use your blood to appease my son first, and then I'll deal with my lovely princess. Archmage Blair, it's your turn!"

As Marquis Martin spoke, a gaunt old man dressed as a sorcerer, wearing a black hood and carrying a staff, emerged from the crowd. He approached Marquis Martin and said in a low, shrill voice, "Please, Marquis and esteemed gentlemen, step outside the hall to avoid being accidentally injured."

Marquis Martin and his men immediately retreated from the hall entrance, clearly wary of this sorcerer. I knew this was Marquis Martin's trump card against me. Unfortunately, Marquis Martin underestimated me. The moment I saw the sorcerer's attire and the unpleasant aura emanating from him, I knew he was a "dark sorcerer." "A mere dark mage like this could handle me? That's a joke!"

Lapis, Helen, and Monica knew my true identity and believed I wouldn't harm him, but their concern blinded them, and a hint of worry instinctively showed on their faces. I think they must have sensed the "dark aura" emanating from this mage. I smiled at them, then descended the steps, saying to the knights, Renn, Henry, and the others, who were blocking my way as if facing a formidable enemy, "You should all step aside. Let me deal with this 'dark mage' alone. Perhaps we can even spar a bit."

"A 'dark mage'?" Renn and the others looked surprised, glancing at me hesitantly before slowly retreating behind me. This was understandable; on the "Mystic Continent," openly researching and teaching dark magic was forbidden, punishable by death. Therefore, "dark mage" was one of the most shameful professions on this continent. Because dark mages can use dark magic that ordinary mages cannot, many ambitious individuals secretly recruit such people to carry out their nefarious plans. Marquis Martin was clearly one of these people.

"Who exactly are you? How do you know I'm a 'dark mage'?" Blair, the gaunt mage wearing a black hood, asked me with slight surprise, his eyes, peeking out from a small hole in the hood, fixed intently on me.

"What's so strange about that? Seeing your repulsive appearance, who wouldn't know you're a 'dark mage'?" I said with a mocking smile.

"You wretched brat—you'll die—" The gaunt mage Blair chanted a spell at lightning speed. A ball of black light appeared on his staff, eventually transforming into a black arrow that shot towards me—the dark magic "Night Arrow." I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. To think that such a rudimentary form of "dark magic" was even worth mentioning was truly disappointing. I thought, "Maybe I should tease him a bit, let him have a moment of triumph before he dies." With that thought, I stood there quietly. Amidst the gasps of Lapis, Renn, and the others, I seemed to have completely lost my ability to react, letting the "Night Arrow" strike me.

"Ha—ha—ha—I thought you were so clever, but you're just a boastful brat." A cruel smile appeared in the eyes of the gaunt mage Blair, while Marquis Martin and the others, who had witnessed this scene from afar outside the hall, already wore smug smiles. Unfortunately, their smugness came too soon.

"This—how—is—possible—" The gaunt mage was as if he had encountered a ghost. The "Night Arrow" had indeed struck me, but it didn't explode or pierce my heart as he had imagined. Instead, it was absorbed silently into my body, like a drop of water flowing into the ocean. Of course, this was mainly because this "dark mage" was simply too weak. If a master like Ya Meng or the others had used the "Night Arrow," I wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.

“An eye for an eye, so you’ll have to try my ‘Night Arrows’.” Just as the gaunt mage Blair was still in shock, a dozen or so small orbs of dark energy suddenly appeared in the air, then transformed into streaks of “Night Arrows” and shot towards him. Although “Night Arrows” was only a basic dark magic spell, this “dark mage” had paid a huge price to make a pact with a demon before he could use it. Now, seeing me unleash a dozen “Night Arrows” in an instant, he was terrified and turned pale.

The cornered mage Blair hastily erected a defensive barrier, but my "Night Arrows" pierced through it as easily as paper, leaving over a dozen holes in his body. After entering his body, the dozen or so "Night Arrows" quickly coalesced into a ball of pure dark power, which exploded violently, instantly obliterating the mage's body. I then set up barriers in front of and to the left and right of the mage, leaving only the entrance to the hall open. A massive shockwave erupted from the entrance, blasting Marquis Martin and his surrounding ministers and guards into a large area.

“I say, Marquis Martin, please, next time you send someone to deal with me, don’t use such utterly worthless trash. I just wanted to tease him, but I didn’t expect him to be so easily fooled. Not only did he die, but he also dragged so many people down with him. Oh, I forgot, the Marquis doesn’t have a next chance.” As the soldiers of the Royal Knights pulled the blood-soaked Marquis Martin from the pile of corpses, I said with a regretful expression. Lapis, who was being held in my arms, couldn’t help but bury her head in my chest, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

“You—Pfft—” Marquis Martin was already injured, and under my ridicule, he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. But he was lucky. Marquis Arold and Marquis Balang had already died in the explosion, and more than half of the twenty-odd ministers were also dead, leaving only seven or eight wounded people lying there groaning.

"Your Highness, the city guards and Marquis Martin's men have surrounded the palace. They're shouting for you to release Marquis Martin, execute His Highness the Prince, and abdicate the throne. There are too many of them; we can't hold them off any longer," a knight rushed up to me and said.

"Hmph, you'll all be dead. My men won't let you go. If you release me now, I might spare your lives." As if grasping at a straw, Marquis Martin's tone suddenly hardened.

"Is that so? Very well, my dear Marquis Martin, then come with us and see if your men can actually get you out of here and take my life." I gave a wink to the two knights holding Marquis Martin, and then, along with Lapis, Helen, Bingqian, and others, joined knights like Renn and Henry as they headed towards the outer walls of the palace.

"Release Marquis Martin! Execute the murderers!" Before we even reached the walls, we heard a deafening shout. Once we reached the city wall, we saw a dense sea of people not far below, swords gleaming in the sunlight. Marquis Martin, who was being held captive, gloated, "See that? You might as well surrender, ha-ha-ha—"

"That's all?" I turned to a knight from the Royal Knights beside me.

"Yes, Your Highness, we've already surveyed the area around the palace. That's all, a total of over three thousand one hundred." It was around seven o'clock in the evening. Although it wasn't completely dark yet, the palace was brightly lit, illuminating the surroundings clearly, making the scene outside the palace walls readily apparent.

I turned to Bingqian and Helen with a smile and asked, "Are you afraid of killing?"

Bingqian and Helen shook their heads with a laugh, "Give the order, we'll definitely slaughter these guys."

"Alright, get ready. Commander Renn, everyone except those left to guard the perimeter, assemble here." I instructed Renn.

"Yes." Soon, the knights of the Royal Knights had assembled. I glanced at them; including Bingqian and her dozen or so, there were about two hundred of them. Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, I slightly raised my hands, and a white sphere of light formed in them. The sphere then slowly rose to the center of the formation, enveloping everyone within its glow. Seeing that everyone was protected, I issued the kill order: "I have cast a protective spell on you. You will be unharmed for a quarter of an hour. Now I order you to end this battle within a quarter of an hour, or your lives will be in danger. Anyone who refuses to surrender will be killed without exception. Do you all understand?"

"Understood!" The Royal Knights were indeed well-trained. I waved my hand and said decisively, "Attack!" Two hundred figures darted down the palace walls, arranged in a well-organized and orderly fashion. "Kill!" With a roar from Renn, all the knights of the "Royal Knights" attacked simultaneously, the air filled with the deafening cries of battle. Dozens of figures charged towards Marquis Martin's guards on the left, their longswords flashing like the menacing fangs of wolves. These fangs swiftly tore through the guards' defensive formation, moving with impunity, mowing down enemies like grass. Some, with better swordsmanship or quicker reflexes, couldn't escape their fate; they were quickly wiped out by the magical barrage from Monica, Bingqian, and others.

On the other side, over a hundred figures moved with equal ease, felling rows upon rows of city guards. Everyone on the city walls was stunned by the sight. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of city guards and guards had been wiped out—it was truly terrifying. Lapis suddenly looked at me with a sudden realization and said, "Will, you must have used the ultimate protective magic of the 'Light' element—'Divine Protection,' right?" I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the battlefield below the city walls.

"'Divine Protection'?" Marquis Martin was stunned. Of course, he knew what "Divine Protection" meant—complete defense against all magical and martial attacks—meaning his men could only passively take hits for the next quarter of the hour. No wonder this kid seemed so confident; I had underestimated him. Marquis Martin realized his mistake was underestimating his opponent. He stared blankly as his secretly trained guards and the city's defense forces were mowed down like grass by the knights of the "Royal Knights." He knew that the power he had painstakingly built up over half his life had been completely shattered today. He closed his eyes in despair; he could no longer bear to watch the massacre below the city walls, and his head drooped in utter despair.

By this time, the Royal Knights below the city had already slaughtered over a thousand city guards and personal guards. Under the protection of "Divine Guard," none of them had suffered a scratch. The remaining less than two thousand men, witnessing these two hundred knights, like demons, slaughtering their own men like pigs and dogs, were filled with fear and surrendered, throwing down their weapons. The battle lasted less than five minutes, ending with the surrender of the rebels. This suppression of the rebellion, with its unexpected result of over a thousand rebel casualties and no losses for the Royal Knights, has left countless legends for posterity.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what should be done with these people?" Renn saluted me and Lapis, inquiring about the fate of the surrendered rebels.

"Any officers involved in the rebellion should be executed on the spot. As for the lower-ranking officers, most of them were caught up in the chaos and can be disregarded. I suggest we detain the guards of the marquises for now and release them in a few days to prevent them from causing trouble again. As for the city garrison, I see you are short-handed right now. How about you borrow them for a while and bring them under your command?" I said thoughtfully.

"Yes, sir. What should be done with Marquis Martin and these ministers?" Renn asked, pointing at Marquis Martin.

“Lapis, what are the kingdom’s punishments for rebels?” I turned to ask Lapis. She glanced at me and said quietly, “Those who plot rebellion are all executed along with their entire families. However, Will, I think we shouldn’t be so ruthless.”

I nodded and said to Rein, “Commander Rein, you’ve heard it too. The princess is kind-hearted and doesn’t want to be so ruthless. But the ringleaders must still be eliminated, their homes confiscated, and the remaining accomplices wiped out. You and Vice Commander Henry will personally lead the raids later. You must strictly adhere to military discipline. Whoever harms the innocent, takes advantage of the chaos, bullies women and children, embezzles, or disobeys orders will be killed.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Rein gave a knightly salute and respectfully asked, “Does Your Highness have any further instructions?”

"All women, children, and innocent people are permitted to leave on their own with a small amount of valuables; you must not obstruct them. As for these ministers who participated in the rebellion, execute them on the spot to set an example," I said resolutely.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will do it immediately." Renn bowed to me and immediately waved for his men to drag Marquis Martin and the surviving ministers away to carry out their execution. As Marquis Martin was being dragged away, he suddenly opened his eyes as he passed by me and Lapis, and whispered, "Thank you for your mercy." By the time we realized what was happening, he had already been dragged away. A short while later, we heard several screams from not far away, and I knew that Marquis Martin and the others had bid farewell to this world forever.

"Don't you think I'm heartless?" I sighed and asked Lapis and Bingqian beside me.

“If you were truly heartless, you wouldn’t have told the women and children to leave on their own,” Lapis sighed. “The fate of the wives and children of those who fail in a rebellion is often tragic; they are usually either killed or enslaved. No one would let them leave freely like you did. I still feel a chill when I think about it. In just half a day, there have been two rebellions, and more than half of the court officials have died. I don’t know how to clean up this mess.”

“It’s windy outside and we might catch a cold. Let’s go back inside and talk. Let them clean up here,” Bingqian said, seeing Lapis’s bad mood, and quickly pulled us back into the main hall.

“Is it uncomfortable to see such a bloody scene for the first time?” I patted the somewhat silent Lilia and asked softly.

"At first, I felt nauseous, but I'm fine now." Lilia leaned against me and said softly, "Brother Will, you must remember how Mom and I didn't like offensive magic at first, right? Now I truly understand a principle: many times, people are not in control of their own lives. You don't want to hurt others, but others want to hurt you, forcing you to hurt them in order to prevent them from hurting you. Think about it, sometimes people are really helpless." The usually innocent and carefree Lilia seemed to have suddenly become sentimental.

“You’re right. Take Marquis Martin, for example. I could have spared his life and imprisoned him. But considering the considerable power this old fox wields in the army and among the civil and military officials, keeping him alive would be like leaving a time bomb for ourselves. His remaining followers could rebel again at any moment. Only by swiftly executing all the ministers involved in the rebellion can I deter the rest. I know that some of these ministers might have been forced to submit due to Marquis Martin’s power, but regardless, their involvement in the rebellion is undeniable.” I paused, then continued, “Lapis, there are two things that must be dealt with as soon as possible, and then the funeral for the old king and your formal accession to the throne.”

“Vell, tell me. So many things happened today, my mind is still a mess,” Lapis sighed. “It seems I’m really not cut out to be queen. What am I going to do?”

“Lapis, don’t be discouraged. To be honest, your personality is indeed a bit too gentle, but that doesn’t prevent you from being a good queen. You have me and so many sisters; we will all help you.” I reached out and pulled Lapis into my arms, gently comforting her. Lapis nodded obediently, burying her head against my chest. I turned to Bingqian, Helen, Monica, Xue Nier, and the others, and asked seriously, “You all help Lapis think about what matters urgently need to be addressed right now?”

The women all lowered their heads in thought. Kelly thought for a moment and then said, “I think the most troublesome issue right now is the problem of the civil and military officials. We must appoint new candidates for the more than twenty civil and military officials who have died as soon as possible. If this problem is not resolved in time, the entire country will fall into a semi-paralyzed state, and it is more likely to cause public panic and trigger new unrest.”

“Then what do you think is the second problem, Sister Li?” I continued to ask with a smile.

“The first problem can be summarized as ‘domestic affairs,’ and the second problem is ‘military affairs.’” Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin are supported by the First and Third Legions respectively. These two factions together account for 70% of the kingdom's total military strength. If this force is not controlled immediately, a new rebellion will be inevitable. Kelly, who usually seems quiet and unassuming, showed her keen insight at this moment.

"Looks like I can finally sleep soundly from now on and not have to worry about national affairs anymore." I smiled and said to Lapis in my arms, "Lapis, you have such a good sister, what is there to worry about?"

"You're clearly trying to shirk your responsibilities. I knew you would say that." Kelly smiled slightly and said, "These two problems are not difficult to think of. I think any of the sisters here could figure them out if they thought about it calmly. The key issue is how to solve these two problems. I've thought about it a lot, but I can't come up with a good solution. For the first problem, we can't find a suitable candidate in the short term; for the second problem, these troops are stationed on the border, and it's probably impossible to replace their generals in the short term."

"What do you think?" I smiled and turned my gaze to the others. Xuezhi smiled and said, "I don't know what to do about the second question either. But I have a somewhat immature idea about the first one. Each department usually has two heads, a head and a deputy. If the head dies, we can promote the deputy to head to deal with the current situation for now. We can then slowly evaluate and find a suitable replacement later."

"Bingo, you're right." I smiled and said, "Sister Xue, you think the same way I do. That's my solution. The most important thing right now isn't finding a suitable replacement, but finding a way to deal with the crisis and prevent major turmoil in the country. Promoting the deputy to head not only eliminates the hassle of selecting candidates, but more importantly, they are already very familiar with their respective jobs and can take charge independently."

"Then what's your solution to the second question?" Helen pouted and said, "I don't like thinking about these roundabout questions. Why don't you just tell me?"

Seeing Helen's expression, I couldn't help but laugh and said, "You, all you ever think about is fighting and killing."

"What's wrong with fighting and killing?" "I've already told Lapis that I'm planning to organize a 'Royal Guard' composed entirely of girls, with myself as the leader. The members will mainly be my sisters. Besides security considerations, I'm doing this to plan ahead for my sisters." Helen spoke with an air of self-assurance, as if the position of Royal Guard leader was hers alone.

"Oh, tell me, how do you plan for my sisters?" I asked with a smile.

"That's easy to think about. After you and the princess marry, what will we do? I don't mean we won't have the opportunity to be with you, but rather that we should be able to be by your side legitimately. Think about it, if we are your personal guards, then of course we can be with you anytime, anywhere, without attracting any criticism. Another very important point is, what status will my sisters have living in the palace? If you were the king, then these questions wouldn't exist; we would all be your concubines." "But now that Lapis is Queen, we can't just say we're her husband's concubines. That wouldn't look good for Lapis, and we'd be ridiculed by the people." Helen, though usually a bit carefree, doesn't seem to be someone who doesn't think things through. I hadn't considered what she was saying. I was only thinking about being together, not about how Lapis and I are now. Some things can't be done so casually anymore; we have to consider how the entire nation will see and think.

"Vell, Helen has talked about this with Nana and me, and we all think Helen makes a lot of sense. Once Lapis officially ascends the throne, and you marry her, you'll have to consider the public impact," Isabella agreed.

“Yes, Will, it wasn’t just Helen who told me about this; Shennier also mentioned something similar. Shennier told me a long time ago that once I become queen, she would be our personal bodyguard, always by our side.” Lapis lifted her head from my arms and said, “Besides, if all the sisters move into the palace, having Rein and the others responsible for the palace’s security and ours might cause a lot of inconvenience. So my idea is to have Rein and the others responsible for security outside the palace, while Helen’s ‘Royal Guard’ will be responsible for the security inside the palace and ours.”

“Then wouldn’t I be entering a land of women?” I said with a smile.

Bingqian glanced at me sideways with a smile and said, “Wouldn’t that make it easier for you to do bad things?” "After saying that, she and the other women chuckled softly. Bingqian was absolutely right. If that were true, then I would really be a bumblebee gathering nectar from a hundred flowers. I couldn't help but conjure up a lewd image in my mind, and I was already drooling.

"You little pervert, what filthy thoughts are you having now? Look at you, you're almost drooling, how disgusting." Dora playfully tapped my forehead and complained to Bingqian, "Sister Bingqian, you're totally tempting him to do something bad."

"Sister Dora, think about it yourself. Even if I didn't say anything, would he not have thought of it himself?" Bingqian said with a coquettish laugh, "To be honest, I still have some doubts. How could the 'Chaos God,' the elder brother of the 'Creator God,' be such a lecherous guy like Will? I don't know what the public would think if they knew about this. I think they would be very disappointed." The women laughed again upon hearing this. Although they already knew my identity, they didn't seem troubled as I had feared. It seemed Isabella was indeed overthinking things.

"It's not my fault," I said, "I've been drifting alone in the vast, empty universe for hundreds of thousands of years. Apart from 'Little Chuang,' I had no one else to talk to. And 'Little Chuang' likes to wander around, so it's rare to run into him even after tens of thousands of years. I was really tired of that lonely life." I said, full of grievances, "After coming to this world, I discovered that things like family affection and maternal love are wonderful things I've never experienced before. Of course, what attracts me most is something called love. I think I'm currently in the process of gradually understanding 'what love is.' Although I haven't fully figured it out yet, I know it brings a wonderful feeling, and I really like and enjoy this feeling."

"Will, you won't be alone anymore. No matter what our final outcome is, we've had each other, and that's enough." Although after learning your true identity, I fantasized about being with you forever, it was just wishful thinking. After all, we are just ordinary humans, and even if we live a long life, it's only a hundred years. But as I said before, we have already had the most beautiful time, and that's enough. Even if we have to leave you after a hundred years, we will have no regrets." Lapis said, cupping my face with emotion, while the other women lowered their heads, their expressions somewhat somber.

I had actually considered this problem a long time ago. I remained silent for a while before saying sadly, "I've thought about this problem too, but don't be too pessimistic. I think we might be able to find a solution."

"Will, you don't need to worry about this problem. Even if it really happens, we will have no regrets." Lapis buried her head in my chest and said softly. I silently stroked her soft hair, not knowing what to say.

"Sigh, Will, what are you doing?" "Ya Qing, who had been mostly silent, suddenly spoke up loudly, "It's understandable that the princesses don't know, but you, the 'God of Chaos,' don't know either? You're a complete idiot! It's truly astonishing!"

"Ya Qing, do you have a solution?" I sensed something amiss in Ya Qing's somewhat inexplicable words and asked with a hint of surprise. The other women also perked up their ears, even Lapis, who had been burying her head in my chest, sat up straight and turned her gaze to Ya Qing, the "Fallen Angel" of the demon race.

"Say you're an idiot, you really are an idiot." Ya Qing had an expression of "you're hopeless," and smiled teasingly, "You two are really in love, it's touching."

"Sister Ya Qing, I don't want to leave Brother Will, please tell us, please, what's the solution?" Lilia tugged at Ya Qing's sleeve, looking at her pitifully and pleadingly.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you now. I was going to tease you a bit, but considering Xiaoya's infatuation, I won't keep you in suspense any longer," Yaqing said with a smile.

"Thank you, Sister Yaqing, please tell me quickly!" Liliya grabbed Yaqing's arm and shook it vigorously.

Yaqing looked at everyone with a smile and said, word by word, "Your physical constitutions are no longer human. You are now immortal, just like us, and you won't live for only a hundred years like ordinary humans."

"Sister Yaqing, you're not lying to us, are you? How can we be immortal?" Liliya asked, looking up at her with a puzzled expression.

Ya Qing's pretty face flushed slightly. She reached out and touched Lilia's face, saying in a very playful tone, "This is of course because of the 'good thing' your brother Will did for you, hehe—hehe—" Ya Qing couldn't help but giggle.

Lilia naturally understood what Ya Qing meant by "good thing" in her strange tone—it was obviously what happened in bed. Lilia's face turned red with embarrassment, and she shook Ya Qing's arm, acting coquettishly, "Sister Ya Qing, you're so naughty." Elena and Ya Meng both had knowing smiles on their faces, while Lapis, Helen, and the other girls had shy smiles on their faces. Although their pretty faces were all flushed, they all glanced at me affectionately, their eyes revealing undisguised joy.

"Alright, please stop being so lovey-dovey and flirtatious, okay? It's like we're invisible!" Ya Meng interrupted our eye contact with a giggle. "Seriously, Will, how come you don't even know your own abilities?"

"Well—it's because—" I touched my nose a little embarrassedly, "It's because although I control the entire universe, I don't know much about the life forms created by 'Little Creation.' When I left 'Little Creation,' he told me a lot about life, but I wasn't in the mood to listen to his rambling, so I don't remember some things."

"I think it must be because you heard the 'Creator God' say there are many beautiful girls in this world, so you couldn't wait to descend upon it." Ya Meng covered her mouth and giggled, and Lapis and the others laughed too.

"Uh, well—you're absolutely right." "I touched my nose sheepishly.

"Ha-ha-ha-" The women couldn't help but burst into laughter, especially Yaqing and Yameng, who laughed the loudest. In comparison, the shyer "Seraphim" Elena of the Divine Race laughed much more delicately.

"We've gone off-topic. Now that we've finished talking about personal matters, let's talk about national affairs. Will, you haven't said how you plan to solve the second problem yet." After the laughter subsided, Xuezhi reminded me to put public matters first. Hearing her say this, the women all quieted down, ready to hear my answer.

"My solution isn't complicated. Tomorrow morning, after resolving the internal affairs, Lapis and I will go to General Hawke and Uncle Dart to discuss it. My opinion is to decisively replace the commanders of the First and Third Legions. If there aren't any particularly suitable candidates, I think General Hawke and Uncle Dart will have to take on this responsibility. As for the commander of the Second Legion, I think General Hawke should have a suitable candidate. Although this might be seen as nepotism and could easily give others cause for criticism, it's an extraordinary measure for these extraordinary times. If the army becomes unstable and a rebellion breaks out, it will endanger the security of the entire country. Therefore, we must complete the replacement of the generals before the First and Third Legions learn of the failed coup by Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin and take further action." I explained my solution and why it was necessary to do so in one breath.

“But there needs to be a good reason to replace the legion commanders,” Shenier suddenly interjected.

“The reason is readily available. They are from the factions of Prince Beirut and Marquis Martin, which is common knowledge. It’s not unfounded to accuse them of being ‘accomplices in treason,’ is it? Moreover, I think when Rein and his men search their homes tonight, they will definitely find evidence of their communications, which will be even more convincing. In addition, when replacing them, our treatment of them is to ‘return to the capital to await orders and punishment,’ not to give them a chance to cause trouble in the army. If others want to gossip, we can say that we need them to return to investigate the matter and clear their names, not to punish them immediately. I think they should have nothing to say then. If they are dissatisfied and want to resist, then I will have no choice but to kill them on the spot. Who told them to disobey orders?” I explained with a smile.

“Vier, you are so cunning,” Lilia said with a coquettish laugh. “It seems I have to be more careful in the future, lest I be tricked by you without realizing it.”

The women were amused by Lilia's words, and I chuckled and scolded, "What could I possibly want from you, little girl?" "

That's hard to say," Lilia said with a mischievous grin, making the women giggle. "Maybe one day you'll need me to help you seduce other pretty girls."

"Alright, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. Lapis, what do you think of my plan?" I asked Lapis, who was in my arms, with a smile.

Lapis looked at me tenderly, her breath sweet as orchids, and said, "Too cunning."

"Since you say so, then I won't care about anything anymore," I said, feigning anger.

"You're so stingy! Can't I even joke with you?" Lapis giggled and kissed me, saying, "Your plan really hits their weak points, making them unable to move. If it were someone with my stupid brain, I would never have come up with such a plan." “

It’s not that you can’t think of it, it’s that you don’t want to, because you’re too kind.” I sighed, stroked her soft hair, and said, “Actually, this is just power politics, or to put it more bluntly, it’s just playing dirty. It’s not a big deal. My official rank is higher than yours, so you have to listen to me. Doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want with you? I can make you live or die as I want. Who told you to be the queen? If you ask him to hand over his military power, can he refuse? Not handing it over means death, and handing it over doesn’t end well either. If the power and status were reversed, what good would it do if you were the smartest?”

“So, according to you, only those at the top can do whatever they want, while those below can only be manipulated?” Lapis looked up at me with a serious expression.

“Lapis, you look pretty when you put on a serious face.” I said, gazing at Lapis.

“Alright, stop playing around, I’m telling you the real deal.” Lapis looked up and kissed me, saying, “Tell me quickly.” “

Alright, I’ll speak.” I cleared my throat and said, “Different social classes live in different ways, and things aren’t as simple as you just said. Let me take the example of local officials—like city lords. In a slightly larger country, events in the capital obviously can’t be communicated to the people below quickly and accurately. Usually, the people directly face local officials, and it’s not easy for them to develop loyalty to the royal family. If local officials mismanage their affairs and incite public anger, they often say, ‘This is the king’s will, and I didn’t want to do it either.’ This way, they can transfer their dissatisfaction to the royal family below, and they can say to their superiors that the people are unruly and attempting rebellion. They can attack or defend themselves. But this is very dangerous for the country; accumulated discontent can actually lead to a rebellion. By the way, the selection of the city lord of ‘Slivell City’ is also part of the first issue, that is, the internal affairs issue. I don’t have any good ideas about this either. You might as well discuss it with the ministers.”

“Vell, I find you’re really something. You can analyze the tricks of officialdom so thoroughly. Where do you know all this?” "Lapis's eyes gleamed as she stared intently at me.

"Many things you don't need to experience to understand. If you pay more attention and think more, you'll discover many things you never noticed before. Perhaps I shouldn't bring this up again, but I truly understood many things after experiencing this." I said thoughtfully.

"Tell me whatever it is, I want to know." Lapis said affectionately, wrapping her arms around my neck. She looked nothing like a queen now; I wondered how she would face her court tomorrow.

"Alright, I'll tell you." I said, putting my arm around Lapis, "It's about my duel with Esda. Think about it now, what kind of fair duel was that?" Prince Beirut first lent the royal treasure "Blessing of the Elements" to Esda, and later used the damage to the "Blessing of the Elements" as a pretext to try and kill me. Your father, on the other hand, used both soft and hard tactics to try and make me work for him. Lapis, tell me honestly, if I weren't the "God of Chaos," what good would it do to be a Grand Magus like Grandpa Dante or a Great Swordsman like Sister Bella? In the end, I would either die at Esda's hands or be killed by Prince Beirut's schemes. The best outcome would be to be wounded and have my life bought by your father with a single word, a title, or a house. Don't you think so? After this incident, I've come to understand many things. Differences in power and status inevitably lead to inequality. If we want equality, we must first eliminate these differences; or, like me, we can look down on the world and disregard all power, and that can also achieve equality."

"Vil, I know my father disappointed you. To be honest, I was also deeply disappointed in him after that incident." "To be honest, my father and my second brother have indeed caused you a lot of harm, and I know that very well. I dare not say I can make up for the harm they caused you, but I will do my best to help you forget these unpleasant things," Lapis said softly, holding me close.

"Lapis, you're being silly again. Your father is your father, and Prince Beirut is Prince Beirut; they are two different things from you. And speaking of harm, the one they hurt the most wasn't me, but Lapis yourself. As for me, they didn't cause me any harm at all. But what they did to you, their daughter or sister, is the main reason I cannot forgive your father and Beirut. I should be the one saying what you just said: I will do my best to help you forget all the unpleasant things that happened today and before." "I said passionately, holding Lapis in my arms.

"Will—" Lapis called my name and kissed me, her hot, sweet tongue following suit. I was instantly lost in her passionate kiss. The women present all smiled knowingly, then nodded to each other and quietly left the hall, not forgetting to cast envious glances at the two figures still tightly embracing and kissing as they left..."

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