“Aren’t you an Imperial citizen too? Why aren’t you as excited as they are?”
Upon hearing this, Rachel adjusted his glasses, looked at the numerous solemn-faced residents present, and slowly responded:
"The empire provides its residents with corresponding protection, and the residents will naturally repay the empire with their strength and faith."
From its inception, the empire gradually grew stronger.
Even now, the empire remains a world-class power, stronger than any other nation.
This is because every emperor of the empire has been the strongest ruler in the country.
In the empire, the emperor was not merely a high and mighty dictator who simply stood above everyone else and issued orders.
He is more of a symbol of protection.
He would always step forward to protect every resident from all difficulties and disasters, no matter what.
Therefore, every resident in this empire possesses an incredibly strong sense of unity.
A profound sense of pride always resonated within them.
"But now..."
The two monks exchanged a glance, and both could clearly sense the regret in each other's eyes.
Ober used his power to intimidate everyone, but the price he had to pay was—.
His lifespan.
That devastating attack wasn't something Aubrey could just throw out casually.
Although it appeared that Aubrey was merely clenching his fist, the amount of blood and energy consumed by that force was terrifying.
His already weak and near-extinct lifespan was now further shortened.
It's hard to say how long he can live.
The inhabitants of the empire couldn't quite see through it, but the two mages could see right through it at a glance.
Aubrey's blood and energy were no longer as abundant as before.
The most important thing for a warrior is his own vital energy. Every time he releases his power, he depletes his life force, which is why warriors have short lifespans.
Now, Aubrey must calm down and rest.
That's exactly what happened.
The only thing that can defeat Aubrey is his lifespan.
"A power that even the gods fear..."
Rachel couldn't help but murmur with a sigh.
Aubrey has done everything he was supposed to do.
As an emperor, he bravely faced the gods and resolutely confronted all threats during a time of imperial crisis.
As a father, he paved the way for his beloved daughter Aurelion's succession.
Now, the god has been arrested.
Aubrey once again demonstrated its awe-inspiring and supreme power to the world.
Everything Aubrey did was undoubtedly worthwhile.
However, the two monks couldn't help but sigh:
"But the cost was still too high."
Heim Horn's face grew increasingly somber.
Rachel's brow furrowed involuntarily, and he let out a deep sigh.
Because of this battle, the Empire may have lost more than just their Emperor, Aubrey.
There is one more among them.
They turned to look into the distance, towards Victor, who had long since left the crowd and was now standing before the highest heavenly gate.
They could only watch helplessly as Kokot, with tears in his eyes, wrapped his arms around Victor.
He watched helplessly as Kokot clung to Viktor, unwilling to let him go.
"Victor! Please don't go..."
"I promise I'll work hard from now on, and I promise I'll never slack off again, okay!"
Kokot pleaded, tears streaming down his face, his voice choked with sobs and his nose red.
But Victor just stood there quietly, like a statue, staring blankly ahead.
He seemed oblivious to everything around him.
At that moment, a crisp and rapid sound of horses' hooves came from afar, becoming clearer and clearer to everyone's ears.
Vega, who was perched on Viktor's shoulder, slowly raised his head, as if sensing something, and turned his gaze behind him.
Not far away, a female knight in silver-white armor was galloping towards them on a steed.
The blazing sunlight fell upon her, and her silver, cold iron armor drew a trail of fine dust and white snow in the air, like light ice crystals flowing through the air.
The silver horse swept past the crowd like a phantom. Gwen gripped the reins tightly, and the horse neighed and came to a graceful stop.
She took off her helmet, and her long silver hair flowed up before falling smoothly over her shoulders.
“Victor.”
Upon hearing the voice, Viktor reacted, turning his head slightly to the side.
But he didn't turn around; he just stood there, his eyes calm.
At that moment, the wind whistled, and the light, silvery stars seemed to detach from Gwen's armor and silver hair, echoing in the air.
A gentle breeze swirled, carrying clear, silvery stars across the land, leaving only sound as it gradually enveloped the two.
"I have granted your request and fulfilled it."
The gentle breeze that swept across the land stirred Gwen's silver hair, making it appear as if a glittering galaxy was spreading out in the air and drifting behind her.
"So, please grant me a request as well."
Golden light shone on Gwen's face, casting a faint golden hue.
Those eyes, clear as gold, radiated a gentle yet resolute gaze.
"Waiting for you to come back,"
Let's get married.
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