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Chapter 98, Section 97: Mastering the Slicing Magic, Confidence is Power

While Gu Yuan was diligently mastering new magic in the mine, in the royal capital, the center of power...

A momentous event, capable of shaking the empire, is quietly brewing and erupting out of sight of everyone.

Deep within the palace, the current emperor, Herbert II, fell ill without warning and became bedridden.

Even with the most skilled imperial physicians brought in, the diagnosis was still far from optimistic.

"I'm very sorry, Your Highness."

The elderly imperial physician, Hess, with his white hair and beard, bowed his head deeply, his tone extremely heavy, "His Majesty is advanced in years and has long been burdened with the affairs of state, leading to accumulated illness and depletion of his vital essence—"

"At present, the only way to change things is to invite the high-ranking monks of the Goddess Church to come together." The eldest prince frowned, his face ashen.

His gaze swept somberly across the sickbed, his voice low and hoarse:

"I've already sent someone to invite them, but, Uncle Hess, you and I both know the situation."

"Goddess magic can only heal wounds, but it cannot reverse aging."

"Father—"

The eldest prince hesitated, then shook his head slightly and sighed. His tone shifted, becoming serious, "How many people know about this? Immediately seal off the news, especially making sure it doesn't leak to the ears of those dukes."

He stepped forward, his voice lowered to almost a whisper:

"Also, send someone to inform Ashley to hurry up and take action."

"If anything happens to my father, we must ensure that His Excellency Gu Yuan stands by our side."

As the emperor's childhood playmate, the old imperial physician "Hess" was immersed in the turbulent and unpredictable politics of the court throughout his life.

The moment she heard those words, she instantly understood the eldest prince's entire intention.

During the power vacuum in the event of the old emperor's potential death, the attitude of the young powerhouse named Gu Yuan, who is said to have killed the Seven Sages of Collapse, will directly determine who will inherit the throne.

At the same time, its very existence can suppress villains.

He exhaled silently.

"Yes, I understand."

Hess didn't ask any more questions, but simply bowed deeply to accept the order, then turned and quickly left, his figure disappearing swiftly at the end of the palace's deep corridor.

Almost at the same time, the news was also secretly delivered to the Fourth Prince's residence.

Meanwhile, deep within the mines on the outskirts of the city.

Celia leaned back on a rough piece of ore, her legs casually crossed, but her gaze never left Gu Yuan, who was meditating not far away.

The cave was completely silent, except for the occasional soft sip of fruit wine by Miliade.

Celia's seemingly casual glance broke the silence of the cave:

"Speaking of which, I received some vague messages from the capital—"

"That emperor is quite old. If something were to happen to him, what are your plans after the next emperor ascends the throne and finishes his drinking?"

"Should we leave here?"

She remembered that the elf's purpose in coming to the capital was simply to taste the legendary rare wine—the Emperor's Wine.

Milie Alde swirled the wine in her glass, looked up at the words, and a hint of confusion flashed in her light-colored eyes:

"Leave? Why should I leave?"

"Is the allure of the capital city limited to just a bottle of Emperor's Wine?"

"That's not true at all."

She took a small sip, savoring the wonderful taste, and continued, "Although I have been looking for it for a long time, the wines that Gu Yuan owns are just as delicious."

"It is said that there are four thousand varieties, or even more."

"Even if I savor each one slowly, taking my time to taste one a week, it would still take me a full seventy years to taste them all."

"By then, it will probably be the end of his life as a human being."

In her mind, exchanging decades of time for an unprecedented culinary feast is an incredibly worthwhile trade.

"......"

Celia was completely speechless, her lips twitching slightly.

This overly simplistic and realistic answer left her feeling inexplicably depressed and powerless.

So I couldn't help but mutter to myself:

Gu Yuan, that guy—

Could it be that these seemingly ethereal and unverifiable "four thousand kinds of wine" are enough to keep an elf firmly by his side for a lifetime?

How is this any different from a farmer using carrots to lure a donkey forward?

Doesn't this silly girl realize that she might be being scammed?

However, even though the words were on the tip of her tongue, Celia couldn't bring herself to say them.

After all, Gu Yuan's origins are too mysterious; what if they are true?

Just as Celia was pondering to herself, quietly observing Gu Yuan and trying to determine his true origins through more clues, Gu Yuan, who had been sitting still, suddenly opened his eyes.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, then...

This sudden action instantly captured Celia's full attention.

The worry and resentment in her heart vanished instantly, leaving only a jolt of alertness.

If she remembered correctly, all of Gu Yuan's actions just now were meditations aimed at mastering the cutting magic.

Now that it's awakened, could it be...?

As expected.

After replacing his wand with the specially made one, Gu Yuan felt that his control over magic had reached a whole new level.

The "cutting" technique, which had failed to be successfully constructed in countless previous attempts due to the loss of control over the magic, was completed smoothly and completely in just one hour this time.

"I've finally mastered it."

Calm his breathing and stare at the Sealed Demon Mine.

Gu Yuan raised his hand and waved.

brush!

The wooden wand seemed to transform into a sharp blade, cutting a corner of the sealed magic ore cleanly as if a hot knife were slicing through butter.

pat.

The slashing motion was completely smooth, leaving a mirror-like cut, as if it were air rather than matter.

"Is this the power of making imagination a reality?"

Gu Yuan's pupils narrowed slightly.

He had simply focused all his attention on imagining that the ore in front of him "should be cut like this."

It didn't even infuse much magic power, relying solely on the guidance of the spell itself.

This feeling is absolutely amazing!

Celia, who was standing to the side, witnessed the whole thing, and her pale golden eyes involuntarily narrowed slightly.

They actually did it?! And so effortlessly!

Where exactly is the limit of this guy's "imagination"?

Normally, even if one knows that the wand in one's hand is designed to cut minerals, in practice, which magician doesn't need to go through many repeated attempts and firmly believe "I can cut it" before they can succeed?

Now, just once?

Celia's mind tightened more than ever before, and her gaze toward Gu Yuan became incredibly complex.

Milia's decision and the astonishing potential displayed by the humans before her made her vaguely feel that she might be falling behind the times.

Then, an unsettling thought surfaced uncontrollably within her:

This almost prophetic, unwavering confidence that imagination will inevitably become reality is a force virtually unsolvable in the world of magic.

How far will he go in the future?

Will I surpass myself?