After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

The princess, dressed in a black military uniform, approached Charles, her voice still cold and clear, as if the previous bloody battle had not affected her in the slightest.

"I've finally caught up with you."

Charles smiled and said, "Congratulations. If Claude and Sylvia knew, they'd be green with envy."

Isabella twirled a strand of silver hair that had fallen beside her ear with her fingers, unconsciously playing with it; "What do you think would be a good name for my legendary title?"

Every legend in the Western Continent has their own unique legendary title, and the best among them possess more than one legendary title.

Char's [Arcane Master], [Forbidden Spell Source], and [Favored by the Stars] belong to this category.

Charles thought for a moment: "The Azure Silver Sword Saint?"

Isabella pondered for a moment: "Although it's intuitive enough, it feels more like the title of a lone adventurer, lacking a sense of authority."

"Then—the Azure Silver Throne?"

A smile crept across Isabella's lips, melting away the frost and creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

"Sounds good."

Her gaze fell on Seele, who was not far away, quickly writing down information in a small notebook; a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. "An underage Night Dragon?"

"Yes, Augudia's sister."

Isabella nodded. As the third princess of the empire, she was naturally no stranger to the Shadow Council, such a behemoth in the shadow world.

Previously, Isabella had met Augudia a few times because of Ciel.

Then, she turned her gaze to the ashen-faced followers of the Ironmoon Order.

"So, what my Uncle Andrew did earlier was really the work of an evil god?"

Charles nodded: "That's right, and to be precise, what they used before was only an avatar of that evil god and the faith power of the believers themselves."

Isabella frowned slightly: "A clone?"

"Yes, a clone."

"As for the main character, he hasn't actually made his appearance yet."

Charles looked out the window at the gradually darkening night sky, a smile playing on his lips: "However, He should be getting restless soon enough."

Charles went to great lengths this time, even going to great lengths to infiltrate the cult as an undercover agent.

Their goal is naturally not as simple as destroying a cult stronghold or killing a mere avatar of an evil god.

The saying goes, "cast a long line to catch a big fish." Xia's goal was naturally the evil god known as the Iron-Patterned Moon.

……

"It's getting foggy?"

Suddenly, a nobleman spoke up in confusion.

People looked around and found that, without anyone noticing, a grayish-white mist had silently spread out.

This fog looked quite similar to the power that Prince Andrew had unleashed before, but its scale was many times larger, enveloping the entire Hailan Mansion in a gray-white fog.

Not only the Hailan Mansion, but even the surrounding mountains were covered by the thick fog, with only their majestic outlines vaguely visible.

Snapped--

Snapped--

Snapped--

A soft clapping sound rang out.

People looked toward the source of the sound, only to see a silver-haired young man in his early thirties, dressed in a court robe, who looked refined and approachable.

He was clapping as he walked step by step to the center of the hall.

"Second Prince?"

Someone asked, puzzled.

The Second Prince was in the Hailan Mansion from the beginning, but most of the nobles paid him little attention.

The reason for this is that this prince's talents are unremarkable in all aspects. He is not outstanding compared to the most brilliant Isabella, and he is not even outstanding among the other princes.

If one were to pinpoint the only impression the nobles had of him, it would likely be that he was gentle in nature and never actively made enemies.

However, in this world where extraordinary powers exist—

A person with a simple, gentle nature who doesn't make enemies is no different from a lamb to the slaughter if they don't have the strength to back them up.

That is why the second prince was chosen by Prince Andrew to be the puppet king.

It was precisely because of his gentle nature and easy-to-control characteristics that they valued him.

If Prince Andrew's plan succeeds and the second prince ascends the throne, even if he is a puppet supported by Prince Andrew, he is still the ruler of a country, and the nobles will give him some face.

However, Prince Andrew himself is now in a state of decline.

I wonder what the Second Prince is trying to do by jumping out at this time instead of thinking about protecting himself.

Among the crowd, only Prince Andrew, who had collapsed to the ground and was bound by ropes by the nobles and was to be offered to Isabella as a token of surrender, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"It's you--"

Although Prince Andrew also had his faith power buffs drained by Charles, he was already at the eighth rank, so he was in much better condition than the weak leader of the cult.

He stared intently at the Second Prince and slowly spoke, "I remember now. When I was preparing for tonight's banquet and urgently needed high-end extraordinary combat power, I happened to make contact with the Iron-Patterned Moon Order—"

"At the time, I thought it was a coincidence, but now I realize that it was you who secretly connected me with the Ironmoon Order."

"It seems I underestimated you, and so did all the nobles in the capital."

The second prince shook his head: "As expected of Uncle Andrew, who was able to hold onto his position as a prince amidst the covetous eyes of many nobles, even if he could deceive you for a while, he could not fool you forever."

He slightly extended his hand.

The next moment, a grayish-white light emerged from the void, carrying a sense of death, and pierced straight into Prince Andrew's chest.

Prince Andrew's face turned ashen in an instant, and he lost his life.

The nobles were in an uproar and hurriedly scattered.

Although Prince Andrew was defeated, he was still a true eighth-tier expert. Even without the protection of the power of faith, he was still a powerful figure who was only one step away from becoming a quasi-legendary.

Even the most legendary figures couldn't be so easily deprived of their lives.

What's going on? How come these legendary figures, who are usually only seen once every few years, are appearing one after another tonight?

……

Amidst the panicked fleeing crowd, only Isabella and Ciel stood still.

Isabella frowned slightly, scrutinizing her brother before her.

Charles shook his head: "He is a near-legendary peak expert after being blessed. The Second Prince is being too extravagant."

"Luxury?" The second prince looked at Xia Er with a warm smile on his face.

However, this smile, reflected in the eyes of the surrounding nobles, seemed particularly eerie in contrast to Prince Andrew's pale corpse.

"These cannon fodder who are forcibly pushed into the quasi-legendary rank through the power of faith are not rare to the Lord. As long as there is enough power of faith, they can be mass-produced indefinitely."

The second prince looked at Charles and Isabella, still wearing a gentle smile: "However, you are different."

"The path to legend requires no external assistance."

"The birth of every legend is a unique and unrepeatable miracle in this world."

He extended his hand to the two of them: "Charles, little sister, you are both people whom the Lord values. Why don't you consider becoming His chosen ones?"

"Don't worry, even for the Lord, a legend is a rare existence. He would never use the same brutal methods as he would with ordinary believers, such as brainwashing."

“Charles, you can still be the deputy tower master of your Black Tower, and I can support you, little sister, to become the ruler of the Aran Empire.”

"And you will also be able to receive from the Lord the way to break through the legend, ignite the divine fire, and embark on the path to godhood."

The second prince's gaze was sincere; "Believe me, this is a choice that benefits both of us."

However, all he received in response was Isabella's stern words.

“Even when the Seven Gods of Dawn existed, the Aran Empire never worshipped any gods.”

"In this nation where people support each other and strive for self-reliance, there is no place for a lofty god."

The second prince looked at Charles.

Charles shrugged: "I'm the same as our captain."

"Is that so—" The Second Prince's words carried a hint of regret: "That is truly a pity."

Every legend is a person of unwavering resolve; once a decision is made, it will never waver.

Or rather, those who are indecisive and lack firm resolve will never become legends.

The second prince naturally understood this principle, so he didn't waste any more words.

His eyes flickered with a pale, lifeless light as he stared straight at Charles.

“Charles—because of my sister, I knew of you when you were still an adventurer—”

"Then, I witnessed you grow from an unknown little wizard into the Deputy Tower Master of the Black Tower, who is now remembered by all the residents of the Western Continent, in just a few years."