Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

A fair, jade-like hand reached out from behind Alvis and firmly pressed down on the blade.

The girl, who had rushed over against the wind, stood in front of Alvis with her body. Her chest was still rising and falling slightly, but the expression beneath her stunningly beautiful face was now extremely cold and piercing.

Without any unnecessary words, before anyone could react, the girl's cold voice rang out calmly.

"Angelic Power - Open".

A grand, sacred aura erupted from the girl's fingertips. The originally peaceful aura was now anything but peaceful. Golden lightning rays, representing judgment, instantly turned the gleaming longsword into dust and pierced straight through the man's chest.

The light and shadow flashed like lightning, piercing the man's chest in an instant; even a god couldn't save him.

Lightning struck again, and in an instant, it pierced through the black figure that was hurtling through the wind, and blood shot into the sky.

Undeterred by her murderous intent, the girl's indifferent gaze fell upon the remaining thirteen figures.

At that moment, the dockworkers seemed to be frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the ethereal figure. The girl was so beautiful yet chilling that everyone felt as if they were in a dream. But this was only the beginning.

The cold voice rang out again.

"The Ring of Judgment Descends"

In the next instant, with the girl's body as the center, a divine aura instantly filled the dock, and nine crimson-gold wings slowly unfurled behind her. At this moment, everyone witnessed the birth of an angel, the highest-ranking Seraphim, and the one who descended here was the legendary Judgement Angel who sounded the horn of the end times.

A massive golden halo, representing the final judgment and burning with the fires of heaven, descended from the sky and crashed down on the dock with overwhelming force.

The thirteen men in black were instantly enveloped in a halo. Their bodies trembled instinctively, a fear etched deep within their genes. With the girl's soft cry of "Judgment Generals," a blazing holy aura enveloped them. Some of the men in black were torn apart in the holy light, while others were twisted and deformed, their bodies emitting white smoke as if they were on fire.

On that day, more than half of the thirteen members of the Dawn Stars at Dok Harbor were killed or wounded.

According to the battle report, when the Central Angel Army arrived late, the leader of the Eden Order, covered in blood, risked half his body to forcefully break through the angel army's flank.

On that day, blood flowed like a river at the docks of Dok Harbour, and the stench of blood still lingered more than a month later.

But what impressed the world even more was that on that day, thousands of people survived at the dock and spontaneously and devoutly knelt down to worship the girl in the center of the dock.

They weren't chanting "Hallelujah" in praise of God, but rather the name of the archangel, Gabriel.

"This is too reckless, absolutely too reckless... When will you ever learn to be a little smarter?"

Even though an hour had passed and they had already hidden in a deserted alley, Ivy was still muttering to herself, shaking her head...

Ivy is a new judge who has arrived in the Kingdom of Dok. She was brought in to fill a vacancy at the Judgment Church located in the Kingdom of Dok.

However, unlike the other recruited judges, she had served the Church of Judgment for a long time due to special reasons, and therefore knew Claire's personality very well, and dared to address her as an equal.

Ivy rarely gets this agitated. Usually, she maintains rationality and restraint, but after what just happened, even she couldn't stay calm and kept shaking her head.

Claire looked at the "excited" girl beside her, but her expression remained calm, as if she wasn't the main character in what had just happened.

Chapter 247 A New Profession: Home Tutor

As expected, Claire became the front-page headline of every newspaper in the Kingdom of Dok, with headlines ranging from "Archangel Gabriel Saves Dok Port" to "Angel Saves All Beings." And coincidentally, an apostle had just captured this scene with a camera, naming it "The Angel's Descent." The photograph, taken at the Dok Port docks, shows a massive crowd kneeling in prayer, with Claire, surrounded by a beautiful and holy aura, her nine crimson-gold wings gleaming behind her, making her appear like an angel descended to earth. In an instant, the entire nation was in an uproar. Claire immediately became the third hot topic sweeping the nation after the "Ascard Battlefield Incident" and the "Birmingham Terrorist Attack," even reaching the ears of Aaron, who was usually oblivious to worldly affairs.

Aside from these minor incidents, everything was running as usual, except for one thing.

Joan of Arc gave him a task: to find a way to integrate into the Lucerne Empire.

This is normal, after all, Joan of Arc wanted Aaron to live a normal life, because that was the only way they could get married.

But how to return is a big question.

They can't just suddenly tell the people of Lusset, "I've been resurrected, and I'm so sorry I was dead for so long."

They'd better not reveal their identities. Although they are the two most powerful people in the world, they also know that the forces hidden in the shadows are terrifying, and it's best to keep a low profile until they figure out who they are.

Because this was a top-secret matter, only three spies besides the two of them knew their identities, so they had to figure it out themselves.

Joan of Arc had several good ideas and had arranged everything perfectly to ensure that things would go smoothly, but unfortunately Aaron did not agree.

He wanted to return to the Lucerne Empire in his own way, not through such clandestine means.

So Aaron found himself a new identity: a young superhuman teacher.

He was indeed a competent teacher, very professional during the interview, and his employer was a man named Marquis Klein, who had two lovely daughters, and Aaron was responsible for teaching them.

Because both of his daughters were very talented, Aaron's teaching had changed from basic instruction to weapons instruction. This was because Marquis Klein had recently bought some special weapons and stored them in the villa. In addition to Western-style spears and rapiers, there were also some weapons from various countries that he had bought from the remnants of the fallen dynasty. Following the principle of "if you don't use them, you might as well use them," Aaron borrowed those weapons along with the weapon racks to use as teaching props for Ottilia.

This era is home to many formidable female knights, each shining like a star. For instance, more than two-thirds of the angels in the Church of Judgment are women. Therefore, among the nobility, it is an honor for women to become knights. Sarah is a prime example. Marquis Klein is very supportive of Aaron's teaching. Since Ottilia's goal is also to become a female knight, it is not a bad thing to let Ottilia familiarize herself with weapons in advance.

The weather was nice today, so Aaron used the lawn outside the villa as a training ground. After picking out a short sword for Ottilia from the dazzling array of weapons, he began today's lesson.

Aaron gestured with his eyes to the iron armor on the iron rack next to him. It was a standard-issue armor from a certain period of time, an antique. It was just hanging there on the iron rack in an ordinary way. He didn't know where Marquis Klein got it from, but today it was being used as a teaching tool for Aaron.

Aaron walked up to the armor and, under Ottilia's curious gaze, assumed a basic sword-wielding stance in front of the armor on the iron frame.

Both Ottilia and the little nun watching from the sidelines were looking at him with curiosity mixed with seriousness. Ottilia had almost never seen Aaron make a move, but she always thought Aaron was a very powerful monk. Civita had seen him defeat the Crusader Guard in a military battle, but he had hardly made a move since coming to their house, so she was also very curious. However, Aaron, under the gaze of the two women, hesitated to draw his sword.

Aaron: "…………"

Time ticked by, and the air grew heavy with silence. The little nun's eyes began to sting. Although Ottilia was puzzled, she watched him intently. Aaron's expression was serious, his gaze fixed on the armor before him, as if he were contemplating something. However, after a long standoff with the armor on the iron frame, Aaron did not thrust his sword. Ottilia was puzzled, thinking that Aaron was probably teaching something profound, so she kept her eyes glued to him. When even the little nun's eyes were starting to ache, Aaron finally slowly stretched out his arm and gently thrust his sword into the armor.

A gentle breeze blew, and Aaron remained motionless in his thrusting stance. His movements were unremarkable, even standard; to the untrained eye, there was little to no apparent difference. The sword hadn't pierced the armor, yet a wound several inches long appeared on it, clearly caused by the sword.

"Wow…………"

Seeing the wound on the armor, Ottilia's face showed curiosity. Aaron had indeed not used any spiritual power, but had only used that invisible and intangible energy to pierce the armor. She immediately ran to the armor, touched the wound on the armor with her hand, and even used her spiritual power to feel the fine patterns on the armor. She also used the weak energy she could release to bump into the armor itself, just like a curious child.

As Ottilia studied the armor with great interest, Aaron's expression was somewhat strange. Ottilia's gaze was fixed on Aaron and the sword in his hand, but she didn't notice that behind the armor, an invisible sword aura, identical to the blade, surged like a dragon for eight hundred meters before stopping, even striking the villa's wall with a small metallic clang. But that wasn't what terrified Aaron the most. The key was the several ripples that appeared in the air after his thrust. Not only were they continuous, but they also seemed to flow endlessly. It was fortunate that this was on Klein's lawn; if it were in the East, even the most uninformed person would see that this sword strike was extraordinary. If it were in some sect, they would probably have already exclaimed, "This kid is terrifying!"

Fortunately, the people here are blind. Civita seemed to notice the ripples after the sword strike, his eyes fixed on the air behind the armor, a thoughtful look on his face. But it doesn't matter, Civita is mute anyway. However, such people are extremely rare in the Lusset Empire and even the New World, so Aaron doesn't need to worry. Thinking this, Aaron casually twirled his sword and put it away.

Just as she was thinking this, Ottilia's voice suddenly came from the side, "Brother Aaron, I was so engrossed in watching you stab that I didn't see the movements clearly. Could you perform it again?"

"........."

For the first time, a serious expression appeared on Aaron's face.

Thrusting out a sword wasn't difficult, but as soon as he grasped the sword, he felt the energy within his body surging like boiling water. He knew the reason perfectly well: he hadn't been resurrected for very long and was recuperating. However, because he was still adapting, his recuperation had run into some problems—well, maybe more than one.

His body is now like a high-strength, sealed iron can, constantly enduring immense internal pressure. If it weren't for his terrifyingly strong physique, he would probably have exploded and died long ago.

Therefore, even though Aaron's control was unparalleled at the time, it was difficult for him to control his spiritual power. It was like opening a hole in a fully inflated ball to let out air. Even the person with the fastest reaction would find it difficult to control the amount of air leaking out of the ball.

Just as Aaron was slightly troubled, a voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

"Sir, are you perhaps teaching Miss Ottilia how to use a sword?"

Aaron slowly turned around and saw a blond nobleman with a flamboyant air leaning against the manor entrance, his face seemingly saying, "I'm here to show off."

"You are...?" Although Aaron never had a good impression of pretentious, immature teenagers like this, he still politely asked, "You are...?"

"You don't recognize me? Ottilia, he must be the new servant of the Klein family, right?"

The flamboyant blond man walked towards Aaron with a smile on his face, which, though full of smiles, was also brimming with wild curiosity and arrogance.

After a brief moment of shock, Ottilia quickly recovered and said somewhat awkwardly, "Aaron is my tutor. And Joey Rivero, why are you here all of a sudden?"

It seems that Ottilia doesn't have a good impression of this flamboyant young nobleman either. However, upon hearing the surname Joey, Aaron had a clue. He had heard of this surname before; it was from one of the famous noble families in the Lusset Empire, a marquis's surname. It seemed that this person was the famous second young master of the Joey family, Joey Rivero.

“There’s no need to be so unfamiliar, Ottilia.”

The blond man walked up to them quite naturally, smiling as he said, "I was just looking around this area when I happened to pass by the entrance and saw you... um, are you practicing swordsmanship? With that strange suit of armor? Is he perhaps your teacher?"

Ottilia was quite angry at the man's rudeness. Aaron had rarely seen Ottilia angry; in his presence, she always appeared innocent and naive. However, befitting a noblewoman, when Ottilia put on a stern face and adopted a serious expression, her sharp aura as a noblewoman immediately became apparent. She said coldly, "Joey Rivero, this is my father's tutor. We are practicing swordsmanship, please do not disturb us."

Generally speaking, such an attitude would make even the most dim-witted person realize something was wrong, but the man seemed completely unconcerned. He winked at Ottilia and instead smiled, saying, "My dear Ottilia, didn't you call me Brother Rivero at the party before? Now you're treating me like this because of this man? Besides, I was just curious about what you were doing, I didn't mean any harm."

As he spoke, the man had already arrived at the weapon rack. After glancing at Aaron, he casually picked up an iron longsword, twirled it with a flourish, and struck a cool sword pose. Then he exclaimed, "As expected of the Klein family, even the sword casually placed on the weapon rack is a fine one."

He licked his lips and said, "Otilia, you should know that I have a Knight rank. Although I'm not as good as your sister, I'm more than capable of teaching you. Why don't you let me teach you what real swordsmanship is?"

Ottilia's voice had turned completely cold as she said, "Joey, didn't you understand what I said? I told you to get out, and if you don't leave, I'm going to call someone to 'invite' you out."

Just then, Aaron came up to Ottilia, gestured for her not to be angry, and said softly, "Young Master Joey seems quite interested in the swordsmanship I'm teaching. We're having a lesson right now, so if you don't mind, I can teach you too."

"You'll teach me?"

Rivido's smile widened even more. Although he was smiling, anyone could see the mockery in his smile and the disdain in his eyes. After sizing up Aaron for a while, Rivido laughed and said, "What can you teach me? What can a swordsman who practices with armor teach me?"

“Oh, you mean we’re here as spectators to watch you teach? Even our family tutors aren’t as arrogant as you,” Rivido said with a laugh. “And what were you just teaching Ottilia? That’s not swordsmanship I know, against someone in armor with a rapier. Was it some kind of Gypsy swordsmanship?”

“It’s the Dock Swordsmanship,” Aaron replied.

"Oh, I knew it. No wonder it looked so unfamiliar to us. It's the swordsmanship of the island nation."

Rivido suddenly stopped his provocative gaze and turned to say, "Ottilia, have you heard recently that some Dok people have come to the Lusset Empire? But some of them seem to be just pretending. They clashed with our army a few days ago and were quickly subdued. They're still in prison. Ottilia, this gentleman must have only recently become your tutor. Be careful not to run into any of those scoundrels from the Dok."

Ottilia was so angry that her whole body turned icy cold, but Aaron remained calm and said with a smile, "Then, Young Master Joey, how can you prove that I'm not just a fraud?"

Levi, who had been waiting for Aaron to say this, immediately lit up and said, "It's very simple. There is only one requirement for testing swordsmanship, and that is whether you can fight. As long as you can prove yourself to me, everything will be resolved."

Chapter 248 Visitors to the Museum

As he spoke, seemingly afraid that Aaron would refuse, Rivido pulled a white glove from his pocket, waved it in front of Aaron as if to show it off, and then casually threw it on the ground.

Dropping the white gloves signifies an invitation to a duel.

Riviera was essentially issuing a challenge to a duel to this man he had only met five minutes earlier.

However, Aaron could of course choose not to accept the duel. After all, he was just a tutor, and before this, he was just a contract employee who had signed a contract with the Klein family. Even if he did not accept the duel, the Klein family's reputation would not be damaged. But at this moment, not only Ottilia, but also Susan, everyone turned their attention to him.

Although Ottilia could not refuse the duel invitation on Aaron's behalf—it was a duel between men—she still frowned and gestured to him with her eyes that "there is no need for him to accept the duel."

A moment of silence fell over the air. Under everyone's gaze, Aaron bent down, made no unnecessary movements, picked up the white handkerchief from the lawn, gently shook off the grass dust, handed it back to Rivido, and looked him into the eyes, saying:

"Your handkerchief."

Accepting the handkerchief means accepting the challenge to a duel.

The next moment, the sword light was already stabbing towards Aaron. "Bang!" A deafening sound like metal clashing against metal echoed on the lawn as the two swords collided like magnets.

The surprise attack failed to gain him any advantage. Rivido's eyes flashed with a sharp edge. He took a step back and shouted, "Hey! Tutor, scared yet? This is a real duel. How about you pick out a weapon that suits you first, and then go back and change into your protective armor!"

Despite his words, Rivido's attacks never ceased; every strike, whether horizontal or vertical, was a deadly technique. While Rivido had told Aaron he was the second son of the Joey family, he never revealed that he was also a sergeant in the Crusader Guard, having served for two years and been a true soldier who had seen battle, even recently participating in the siege of the Tartarus Destroyers!

Although he didn't know his past, Aaron understood Rivido's meaning when he saw Rivido swinging his sword like a beast biting off its prey's neck. The other party not only wanted a duel, but also didn't care if he was killed.

"Is that so?"

Aaron let out a soft breath, calmly using his short sword to block Rivido's attacks. Rivido used his overwhelming strength and beast-like speed to suppress Aaron's sword swings, each strike seemingly aimed at severing Aaron's head. To onlookers, Aaron's body appeared completely immobilized, as if Rivido was unilaterally unleashing his power. However, this was without Rivido using his spiritual power. Rivido was a fifth-tier transcendent being; if he used his spiritual power, Aaron's head would likely be sliced ​​off like a watermelon!

The sounds of clashing swords grew increasingly intense in the air. Ottilia watched from the sidelines, her heart pounding with tension. In her eyes, Aaron was at a disadvantage, seemingly in danger of being breached by Rivido at any moment. Therefore, she was also extremely nervous. In contrast, the little nun on the side remained calm, even letting out a soft yawn as she watched them fight.

The little nun knew Aaron was playing around; this battle was meaningless from the start, unless Lord Levi suddenly received divine assistance—no, given Aaron's exaggerated achievements, even ordinary gods wouldn't suffice; it would require a merciful goddess. Thinking this, the little nun silently praised God's greatness once more, then closed her eyes, feeling somewhat drowsy.