The liquid flowed down her fair shoulders and delicate skin, eventually soaking the edge of the bath towel.

Aurelian, wrapped in a soft white towel, was carefully rubbing her hair clean.

And the silhouette beneath the bath towel seemed even softer and fuller.

At this moment, she shed the majesty of an emperor and resembled a gentle and kind girl next door.

Upon seeing this, Xiang Zilan quickly said:

"Your Majesty, why didn't you wait for me to return..."

She meant to say that she should serve His Majesty during his bath, but she was interrupted by Aurelion before she could finish speaking.

"You go out on missions and then have to take care of me when you come back. That's too much of a burden for you."

"Besides, taking a bath by myself occasionally is a rare treat."

Her words lacked any hint of imperial arrogance; instead, they exuded a serene harmony.

Aurelion walked calmly past Vanilla and sat gracefully on the bed.

Seeing that Xiang Zilan was still standing still, she frowned slightly.

"Sit down. Why are you being so reserved today?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a chair appeared behind Xiang Zilan without her noticing.

An almost imperceptible pressure fell on Xiang Zilan's shoulders, forcing her to sit down.

Forced to sit down, she restlessly placed her hands on her knees, her slender cat tail swaying unconsciously behind her.

Aurelian continued drying her hair, seemingly oblivious to Vanilla's tension.

After a moment, she finally spoke and asked:

"What did you notice at your teacher's wedding today?"

Vanilla was already feeling a little guilty, and upon hearing the question, her tail involuntarily stood up.

It resembles a straight stick.

Logically speaking, news of that battle should have already reached His Majesty's ears.

However, she was also unsure of Her Majesty the Empress's opinion on who had won and who had lost.

So Vanilla shook her head and tried her best to remain calm as she answered:

"The one who married Grand Knight Gwen looks remarkably similar to my master from ten years ago. I think that's why Gwen fell for him."

"But that person chose to create chaos at the end of the wedding. I guess he didn't complete his mission and wanted to escape, but was stopped by Gwen halfway through."

At this point, Vanilla adopted a serious demeanor and said solemnly:

"His displayed strength leads me to believe that his target is you, Your Majesty."

"His ultimate failure proved that he could not be my master, Victor."

"Is that so?"

Aurelion stopped drying her hair, her face showing no sign of suspicion.

She pondered:

"This person is very strong. He can match Gwen in her knight form for a short time. Even if Gwen tries her best, he can still escape with ease."

"And now, his whereabouts are unknown."

Therefore, the entire capital was placed on high alert because of this unidentified refugee.

All defense forces in the capital must be on high alert and increase the frequency of patrols.

To ensure that he wouldn't suddenly appear from some corner and cause serious damage to the capital.

The most difficult part is that the only clue to identifying him is his distinctive armor.

If the other party were truly that kind of filthy religious believer, he could easily change his appearance to evade the search.

Therefore, it is unrealistic to find him based solely on his appearance.

This means that the capital's security cannot be relaxed at any time until he is found.

As Empress, Aurelion must remain in the capital and cannot leave.

Once she leaves, the mysterious armored man might seize the opportunity to appear and bring unforeseen dangers to the capital.

Vanilla nodded slightly, then, as if suddenly remembering something, couldn't help but ask:

"Then, how should Braxton, which is closer to the capital, deal with this?"

"What if, sir... that person escapes to Braxton?"

Aurelion was not surprised by this, nor did she doubt Vanilla's motives for asking the question.

After all, this is indeed a normal angle of suspicion, and Vanilla originated in Braxton.

Brighton is the closest and most populated place to the capital.

"Our primary task is to ensure that the residents and nobles in the capital do not descend into chaos and that their daily lives remain unaffected."

"Since this person first appeared in the capital, the security of other cities is not under our direct jurisdiction."

“Brighton does need to be vigilant, but it doesn’t need to be on full alert like the capital.”

"They only need to focus on recent resident movement and be vigilant for any suspicious individuals infiltrating."

As Aurelion spoke, she leaned back slightly, supporting herself on the bed with her hands, gazing at the ceiling.

"Furthermore, security around the capital has been fully upgraded, and no one without a clear identity is allowed to leave."

"The teleportation arrays within the capital city were also sealed off immediately, and no one is allowed to use them without permission."

Her eyes shone with unwavering confidence, as if everything was under her control.

"Although Braxton is very close, it is still a hundred kilometers away from the capital."

"To appear in Braxton from the capital without anyone noticing, one would need to be a powerful mage of rank five or higher."

...

At this moment, Lia was sitting at her desk, staring intently at the photograph taken by the magic stone.

The photo shows a figure in crimson armor, surrounded by orange flames.

The armor was exactly the same as the one she had brought to the Gates of Hell.

Leon, standing in front of the desk, stared at Lia. Seeing her calm expression, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

She worried that if Miss Leah's hope was rekindled by this photograph, only to end in disappointment in the end, what would happen then?

Then, she saw Lia suddenly raise her head, and a detached voice came from her mouth.

"Are you trying to make me happy, Leon?"