In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

The sudden shout startled everyone, as it was known that outsiders were prohibited from intervening in the arena.

Who is so bold?

The slash swept across the field, about to strike the Ice Guardian's Explosive Spear Ice Magic, attempting to save the stunned Ivy.

But it was still a step too late; the Exploding Spear tore through space too fast.

boom--

"Damn it!" A figure rushed out from the stands, leaving behind a series of afterimages, and landed in the arena in an instant.

The man who suddenly appeared had sharp eyes, an upright posture, and wore a well-tailored aristocratic suit. He held a blue longsword in his hand, and a special sword aura emanated from him.

When this man appeared, the Ice Guard felt a sense of threat, a feeling he had only ever experienced from Elder Bai.

"That elf looks familiar?"

"Are you blind? That's none other than Count Victor Victoria, the Wind Elf and the number one genius swordsman of the Magic Dynasty."

"Oh, hiss—"

"Damn, no wonder you looked so familiar, it turns out to be Lord Gale Sword Saint."

...

Some elven nobles, upon seeing this man's appearance, did not intervene but sighed inwardly, knowing that only a few of them knew Ivy's true identity.

"It's over, Ivy is Earl Victoria's daughter, this is really the end."

In the arena,

Victoria's face was extremely pale, and he unconsciously gripped his longsword tightly. Regret, anger, and hatred were all indescribable in his current emotions.

His daughter was killed right in front of him. How could a father not despair in the face of such an outcome?

Just then, the air currents accelerated, forming hurricanes that created a massive storm around Vittoria.

"Master? Oh no! My master is in trouble! I have to go save him!" Kabaru panicked; the sudden change almost overwhelmed him.

"This hurricane is creating reverse wind pressure; we can't get through!"

"I don't care!"

Kidd's mouth was full of bitterness. He was the one who suggested Kabaru come here, and he never expected this to happen. Even the Swift Sword Saint, Earl Victoria, had made an appearance, which clearly showed they didn't want outsiders like them to get involved.

...

"I heard your name is Mask?" Victoria's eyes were icy as she stood in the eye of the storm, facing off against the Ice Guard. She drew her longsword, pointing it directly at her opponent; under the aura of the Sword Saint's special domain, cracks were etched into the ground.

"This is no longer a competition, but a battle for a father to avenge his daughter. I formally challenge you to a duel. Raise your sword!"

Victoria's eyes were bloodshot, and she practically clenched her teeth as she shouted those words.

For a moment, those on the periphery who were unaware of the situation were stunned. Kabaru was dumbfounded, and Kidd was even more bewildered.

My God, Ivy is actually the daughter of the genius swordsman Earl Victoria! This news is astonishing.

It's over, completely over.

These were the thoughts that popped into both Kabaru's and Kid's minds at the same time. They exchanged a glance and both understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

This time, we've really messed up!

When the Ice Guardian saw an enemy worthy of his attention appear, the patterns on his greatsword were activated with magical energy, but he remained silent for a long time when he heard the other party make the decision.

Seeing Victoria's sword pointed directly at him, the Ice Guard first turned his helmet to look at the spot where he had been blasted, then pointed with his finger.

Within the deep crater created by the Exploding Spear, Ivy's entire body was frozen solid, with no sign of life emanating from her. At first glance, one might truly believe she was dead.

The Ice Guardian dispelled his freezing power, and to Victoria's growing shock, Ivy's life force returned. He rushed to his trembling daughter, who had just been unsealed, and asked urgently, "Avril..."

"Father?" Ivy was clearly still a little dazed. The magic attack had clearly hit her, but it seemed to have done no damage. She was just a little confused.

Just as the Explosive Spear was about to hit Ivy, the Ice Guardian activated the special effect of [Divine Guardian], which allows the Ice Guardian to designate one person within its area of ​​effect to transfer all damage.

Ivy was only affected by the frost. Once she realized what was happening, she immediately threw herself into Victoria's arms and sobbed.

"Father, I thought..."

Victoria comforted her daughter while looking at the Ice Guard with an incredibly complex expression.

After doing all this, the Ice Guardian truly raised his greatsword, which had already activated its special properties, and responded to the opponent: "My sword is wielded only for my lord, and it will only slay all of my lord's enemies."

Upon hearing this, Victoria felt a mix of emotions. Was the other person a true swordsman or a swordsman bound by knightly principles?

The Ice Guardian couldn't comprehend the deep father-daughter bond between the other party. Mimicking their earlier actions, he pointed his greatsword at Victoria and calmly uttered:

"So I accept your challenge!"

.....

At the aristocratic banquet,

Gulansta awkwardly touched his nose. He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen today, and for some reason, this feeling was getting stronger and stronger.

However, he was currently dealing with the questioning of the silver-haired female elf in front of him, so he didn't have time to think about it further.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Did I guess right?" Seeing Gransta's silence, the silver-haired female elf pressed closer, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly like a shrewd fox.

Yesterday, he did try to communicate with the World Tree to analyze the method of blessing by using his magical perception and the abilities of the Overlord.

Unexpectedly, before he could even implement the method, a powerful mental force discovered it, and the mental net that unfolded in an instant almost caught him.

But how could Gransta possibly admit to these things? He would never admit it, not even if you beat him to death.

"Miss Elf, how can you prove that I am the one you claim to be spying on the World Tree?" Gransta chose the simplest way: denial. He was certain that with the help of the Overlord yesterday, he had not left any trace.

Seeing Granstas's attitude, the silver-haired elf seemed to have expected it. She didn't continue asking questions but instead gave him a meaningful look in a domineering tone.

"Mr. Ice's Lament, I'm sorry, this is just my guess." She spoke in an extremely calm tone, then added as if to herself, "However, I don't care who the other party is, because with me around, they will have no chance to get close to the World Tree."

As the silver-haired elf spoke, her gaze remained fixed on him, scrutinizing him intently.

Granstad chuckled wryly and touched his nose. He could easily tell that His Majesty was warning him—a clear threat.

He had already guessed her identity when the silver-haired elf questioned him.

The Sorcerer's Emperor who lived for nearly a thousand years—Amecia Elru Salion.

She certainly had the right to say such domineering words, and Gulansta had no desire to continue arguing with this old fox who had lived for nearly a thousand years.