So, with a sense of unease, he opened the lavish invitation.

The above is a letter in the emperor's own handwriting, the characters are vigorous and powerful.

The message requested that Viscount Victor Clementa come to the palace.

He served as the princess's teacher.

He guessed right, without the slightest surprise.

Victor put down the invitation.

He also let go of his last glimmer of hope.

...

Afterwards, Victor went to the palace.

In just one morning, the news that he had become the princess's personal magic teacher spread rapidly throughout the capital.

All the nobles in the capital were utterly shocked the moment they received the news.

After all, no one expected that the emperor would appoint Victor as the princess's tutor.

But the nobles were not surprised at all, because Victor's talent was indeed undeniable.

Tying him to the royal chariot in advance was indeed a wise move.

But why a princess?

After all, no matter how talented Viktor is, he's only at the third rank.

The empire is not without fourth-tier mages, although the capital city only has one, Rachel.

However, if the emperor wanted to, it wouldn't be difficult to transfer a fourth-tier mage from another city.

Moreover, older monks possess richer knowledge and teaching experience.

No matter how you look at it, the title of teacher shouldn't be given to Viktor.

Uh? Wait a minute?

Many nobles seemed to have sensed something, and strange ideas suddenly popped into their minds.

Victor is now twenty, and the princess is six.

Although the age gap was too large, when the princess turned eighteen, Victor would only be thirty-two.

In addition, mages are generally young and long-lived, especially geniuses like Victor who became a third-tier mage at the age of twenty.

I'm afraid that even when I'm forty, I'll still look the same as when I was twenty.

hiss……

This emperor, could it be that he intends to...

But Victor is engaged, a fact revealed personally by Knight Gwen of the Royal Knights.

Could the emperor really be trying to steal someone else's fiancé...?

However, the fact that Victor had become the princess's teacher was deeply ingrained in people's minds.

Therefore, at this point, no matter what Victor does, it's impossible for anyone to dislike him.

Without status, one is a despicable madman.

But once he has a position of power, Viktor might do something else.

Then he must be a reclusive genius!

At this moment, Victor seemed to have accepted his fate.

Instead of following the predetermined cycle of reincarnation, he chose to wholeheartedly guide Princess Aurelion of the Empire.

But he did not forget that day had come.

We should never forget that.

In a daze, another nine years have passed.

Victor finished his lesson for Aurelion for the day.

As usual, he prepared to leave.

But today, Aurelion called out to him in an unusual way.

"teacher."

Viktor stopped and turned around.

Aurelion has grown up a lot now.

The young woman stood tall and graceful, her face bearing a maturity beyond her years.

"I will become emperor, won't I?"

Viktor did not answer the question directly.

He simply shook his head and said:

"In the history of the empire, there is no precedent for the throne to be passed down to a daughter."

"Then I'll be the first one."

Her tone was unquestionable, as if she had experienced it all herself.

At this moment, Aurelion seemed to have regained the aura she possessed as an empress.

But she was only fifteen years old, how could she have gone back to that time?

Therefore, there is only one answer.

A Victor, who was unwilling to guess, kept telling him the facts that had already been realized.

"Your acting is terrible, Aurelian."

"Is it possible that I've never acted at all?"

Aurelion walked slowly towards Victor.

Viktor did not back down, but turned around and looked down quietly at the girl in front of him.

Then, her aggressive words rang out:

"Teacher, I like you."

"You've rejected me many times, but I still want to make it clear that I like you."

"But you're not an adult yet..."

"Then I'll wait another three years!"

She interrupted Viktor abruptly, reaching out and grabbing his collar.

Then, Aurelion stood on tiptoe and brought her face directly close to Victor's.

The empress's power was now manifesting itself in a frail young girl.

“I’ve waited so long, what’s a few more years?”

Finally, in the midst of a silent stare between them, she released Viktor's collar.

She then gently smoothed out Viktor's collar.

He then stepped back a few paces.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed slightly.

She seems to have regained her former princess demeanor.

Her tone was shy, yet subtly gentle.

"teacher."

"We look forward to your visit tomorrow."

...

Tomorrow, will there even be a tomorrow?

Viktor left the palace calmly, without letting anyone notice anything amiss.

However, Aurelion's actions had already shown him everything.

Whether it's her, Lia, or Gwen.

They all regained their memories.

But why is that?

He should have been happy about this.

But doubts ultimately occupied most of my thoughts.

But... now that everyone has regained their memories, what about Erica?

Will she also regain her memories?

Or even, consider thinking from a different perspective.

Could she have already inherited natural talent?

Fortunately, all the answers will be revealed tomorrow.

This is a day he will always remember.

When I got home, the door opened automatically.

"Brother, welcome home."

Lia had been waiting at the door for a long time.

With a smile, she took off Viktor's trench coat.

Victor did not refuse and calmly accepted Lia's kindness.

They were all fully aware of this.

Yet no one wanted to expose it.

They lived their seemingly peaceful daily lives as a married couple.

Until Viktor suddenly asked another question.

"Where's the invitation?"

Lia blinked, seemingly puzzled, and asked:

"What invitation?"

"The Duchess's seventeenth birthday dinner, isn't her birthday tomorrow?"

He didn't say much, perhaps afraid that Liya might misunderstand, and slowly walked into the house.

Until Lia's even more puzzled reply rang out.

"The Duchess's daughter?"

Viktor abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Because she said so.

"The Duke doesn't have a daughter?"