“If you wish for me to return and continue teaching you as a student, I will return to the Empire with you.”
There are only these two answers.
Aurelion had no other choice.
After Victor demonstrated his sixth-order magic prowess, Aurelion knew she could no longer stick to her original plan.
Because she couldn't defeat Teacher Victor.
Since it's destined that I can't have it, then...
It would be better to take a tougher stance and restore the emperor's dignity, which would at least prevent those unnecessary sorrows from happening.
But grief is not so easily recovered from; Aurelion felt so much pain that even standing up was incredibly difficult.
Aurelion knew better than anyone that the pain wasn't inflicted by Master Victor's magic.
That was the pain of being completely abandoned and told that there was no chance for each other.
Even so, she could only force herself to endure the pain.
Because she was the emperor.
“Victor... Clavner.”
What the emperor could not obtain,
"I command you."
Let the others,
"I will revoke your count status and cancel your status as an imperial citizen."
"From this point forward, leave the Karencia Empire, and it is forbidden..."
And you won't get it.
"Stepping into the empire's borders."
The last sentence used up all of Aurelion's strength.
It's like releasing a bird that's been treated like family, untying the shackles on its feet, and letting it fly freely into the vast sky.
At this moment, Aurelione may have finally understood her father's words.
An emperor can have everything, but he can also choose to give it all up.
Viktor gave her two choices: teacher and student, or ruler and subject.
But Aurelion was the emperor.
The majesty of imperial power cannot be violated.
She refused the multiple-choice question with two options and told Viktor.
She would not choose either of these two identities.
"From now on, you don't need to care about anyone anymore."
At this moment, she was finally able to raise her head again and gaze at her former teacher.
Watching him kneel on one knee, yet remaining completely calm and composed.
Even after being stripped of his title and citizenship, there was no emotional fluctuation on his face.
It was as if all of this was within his expectations, as if everything was supposed to unfold according to this trajectory.
Everything was the result he wanted.
“You can take everything you have in the Empire with you, Victor.”
Aurelion regained her former calm and dignified demeanor.
The sadness and helplessness on her face vanished like a phantom, replaced by the coldness and majesty of an emperor.
But she didn't get up to look down at Viktor with an air of superiority.
"I will never care about anything about you again, even if news of your death comes again."
"Even if you become my enemy, or the enemy of the empire, because of this."
"As the emperor, I am also willing to bear the responsibility."
Viktor in front of him remained kneeling on one knee.
His calm gaze met Aurelion's gaze without flinching, as if conveying in silence that he had accepted everything.
"So, please leave."
Aurelion let out a breath, her weak body finally relieved of the heavy burden.
She raised her shoulders slightly and continued calmly:
"I don't want to see you again."
Viktor closed his eyes, as if immersed in a bottomless calm, and slowly lowered his head.
"yes."
This was the last time he responded to the Empress's command as a subject.
Then, he slowly stood up and gently flicked his trench coat.
At this moment, all Aurelion could see was Viktor's retreating figure.
As she watched him depart, she felt the eternal furnace within her beat even more fiercely.
That is a state of pain that is absolutely inescapable.
But now, she has to endure this pain, and she has to ignore it.
She no longer has that familiar teacher, Victor.
There was no longer a subject named Victor.
Therefore, she had to grow up on her own.
To become an absolutely ruthless "witch"
Only in this way can she be like her father.
Become the strongest.
Suddenly, a heavy rumble erupted from the top of the broken cliff.
This is the sound of a bell representing life and death.
At this moment, it swept across the entire cloud layer.
A thick, eerie green fog spread dramatically from the vast, clear sky, its menacing, deathly mist obscuring the bright sunlight.
The flickering will-o'-the-wisps bloomed from all around, forming a vortex of death that swirled and surged in the thick fog.
In an instant, the place seemed to be completely enveloped by the space of the dead.
The change in environment was so rapid that Aurelione didn't even have time to immediately realize what had happened.
She stood up and looked around with a hint of confusion.
Their gazes finally settled on Viktor.
At that moment, she saw that Viktor was unusually calm, seemingly unconcerned about the unusual surroundings.
Aurelion initially believed that all of this was caused by Victor's anomalies.
"Who gave you permission to leave?"
Immediately afterwards, a heavy, aged voice boomed across the fog-shrouded sky.
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Aurelion instantly realized who had arrived.
"Grandpa...Grandpa?"
At this moment, Grand Duke Barlow emerged slowly from the corner of the emerald green mist, leaning on his cane.
His body was enveloped in eerie green flames, and his murky eyes appeared even more sinister and majestic under the burning flames.
The shriveled skin was covered by flames, and the pale bones were clearly visible under the raging fire.
Even the tip of his cane revealed a horrifying face, with eerie green flames burning within its hollow interior.
Grand Duke Barlow walked heavily toward Victor.
Those sharp, ghostly eyes glanced intently at Aurelion along the way, as if monitoring her condition.
Then, he turned his gaze back to Viktor, who still hadn't turned around.
"You defy death, you pull yourself out of the abyss of the dead,"
"Your destined death was already ten years ago, so why do you have to return to the world of the living?"
Before he finished speaking, he struck the void with his cane, which was burning with eerie green flames.
The next second, countless melodious flames of the dead rose into the air from all directions of the thick fog.
The swirling phantoms and the increasingly thick smoke intertwined and drifted together, soaring straight into the sky.
Outlined by thick smoke and ghostly fire, a ghostly green castle exuding an aura of death rose from the ground behind him.
A fierce fire blazed in Grand Duke Barlow's eyes as he stood before the city, resembling a powerful minister ruling over the castle of the dead.
With intense indifference, he calmly pronounced the verdict:
Are you blaspheming death?
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