You are all my wings!

She, the most innocent of them all, was the first to show signs of collapse.

Is it truly eternal and unchanging?

She asked this question, her beautiful emerald yellow pupils sparkling with clear, watery light.

“Iris, my wish is for everyone to overcome the calamities of the future together and then become gods together. I am working towards this goal and hope you can see it.”

Lyon said earnestly.

Iris sensed that Leon's words implied she hadn't seen his efforts, so she immediately said:

"Of course I can see it. You always choose the most difficult path to advancement, and you're always challenging yourself. How could I not see it!"

[Character Iris's affection level +2%, current affection level 137%]

Ophimosa shook her head; Iris had clearly been dealt with by Leon quickly.

This guy, although he was really focused just now, is still too green when it comes to this crucial moment!

Then Ophimasso moved between the two, a smile on her face:

“My dear, of course I believe in your unchanging love, but Miss Camille’s background is unclear. Is it a bit reckless of you to want her as your wife? What if she has ulterior motives? After all, there have been cases of marriage fraud and financial deception in this world. We must be careful!”

Camille scoffed, "At least it's better than you using your royal authority to force Lyon into marriage several times! Lyon and I have a soul contract!"

Beside her, Machi looked puzzled, wondering why she felt like she had said those words herself.

However, this soul contract was indeed a rather strong relationship, so she remained silent and waited for the situation to develop.

"Hmph, he's nothing but Lyon's slave, what's there to be proud of? Lyon has already met my father and received the elders' approval for our marriage!"

Ophimasso lied; in reality, Turlonye did not fully agree, but he could not resist her insistence and had no choice but to acquiesce.

However, the agreement Lyon made with Turlon to learn three advanced spells within three months has already been fulfilled.

Now that Leon has fulfilled his promise, he can go with him to the Holy Land of the Elves to find the Holy Soul Tianyun and completely resolve the issue of his second personality.

If unmarried men and women can go to such far places together with their elders without their consent, then their relationship must be perfectly fine.

Therefore, Ophim Marceau believes that she did not lie.

"I don't need my elders' approval; I can make my own decisions! I'm much freer than you!"

Camille was not intimidated.

Lyon breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the fighting hadn't reached him; the two of them started arguing amongst themselves.

At this moment, Ophimasso suddenly turned her head and looked at them again:

"Darling, why haven't you said anything? Are you really going to admit your relationship with Camille?"

Lyon then said, "Ophie, I can assure you that Camille's background and identity are trustworthy. You don't need to worry about her having any ulterior motives. In fact, I hope that you two can cooperate more in the future. You will both be very key figures in the great calamity that is bound to happen in the future. Fighting amongst yourselves now will only make the mastermind happy! Do you want us to only enjoy happiness for another twenty years or so?"

He shifted the focus of the conflict to the impending catastrophe that would occur 24 and a half years later.

This statement did indeed have an effect.

Ophimosa's momentum faltered slightly; she truly did not wish to have only twenty years of happiness.

"Furthermore, I can assure you that everything I do is for you, and I will never get to know any random women."

Lyon said:

"Ophie, I hope you can get to know Camille better. You two are both skilled in combat techniques and are rare experts in body tempering. You can definitely exchange ideas more often, which will make it easier for you to make rapid progress and advance your level!"

He made no mention of his relationship with Camille, only of the benefits of Ophimasso becoming familiar with her.

Ophimosa couldn't help but say, "Even if you vouch for me, you still have to give me an explanation! Otherwise, how can I be happy when you keep finding another woman!"

As she finished speaking, she pouted her pink lips, as if she wanted to bite Leon.

Thinking this, she took action, leaning her face forward, opening her small mouth to reveal her clean white teeth, and biting Leon's earlobe.

"If you don't confess, I'll keep biting you until you do!"

Lyon was taken aback. This action meant that Ophie Marceau had actually planned to give himself an out, but he still had to make the necessary reaction.

This guy is actually quite considerate.

He smiled and gently stroked the back of Ophimasso's head.

Strands of soft, smooth golden hair flowed through my palm.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you everything tonight. You know I never hide anything from you about this kind of thing."

"Just saying that isn't enough! You must..."

"Understood, I will do my best, don't worry."

Lyon answered softly, as if he understood.

Ophimosa buried her head and began to bite and whimper.

[Character Ophimosa's affinity +2%, current affinity 118%]

Beside her, Maggie secretly shook her head. It seemed that Ophimosa, like Iris, had become a weakling. Despite her fierce demeanor and loudest slogans, she was actually no match for Leon. A few sweet words were enough to calm her down.

Fortunately, I kept my composure and didn't make any rash moves; after all, now is not the time to cause trouble.

Maggie secretly summarized her experience.

Britta remained calm and composed, seemingly oblivious to the conversation.

Suddenly, Astalia spoke softly from the side:

"You lot, gathered here just for such a trivial matter?"

As she spoke, her eyes swept over the women with a serene gaze.

Everyone whose gaze swept over felt a chill run down their spines. Was this deity about to disregard his status and interfere in their family affairs?

Although Astalia did not speak, the pressure in her eyes was clearly not to be underestimated.

Ophimasso, whose skin was slightly hairy, calmly said, "My God, I was just having a casual chat with Lyon and, incidentally, discussing some topics with Miss Camille that we haven't talked about before."

Camille's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said meaningfully:

“My God, I only came here to ask the Empress a question. It was them who gathered here.”

Lyon was secretly amazed. Astalia was too fierce. With just a glance, she easily suppressed the proud Ophie and Camille.

However, before Lyon could relax for long, Astalia's gaze swept over him.

Have you forgotten what I warned you about last time?

The warning I was referring to was not to provoke Camille.

Hasn't she moved on from that?

Was it Camille's relationship with Orpheus and the others that reminded her of this matter?

Lyon replied, "Of course I haven't forgotten."

Astalia narrowed her eyes: "I'll hear your explanation tonight. As for now, let's deal with the demon inside Feherrotija."

tonight?

Upon hearing this word, all the women perked up their ears, their hearts tightening.

Lyon and Astalia, the goddess, have a date tonight?

How to do this?

However, the power of the gods was there. Even though the women were exceptionally talented, they were still young. Britta, who had epic-level strength, relied on Astalia's authority. Camille, though more powerful, was no match for the demigod empress Feherrotija, who was easily suppressed.

I have to go spy on them tonight!

Without prior arrangement, the same thought arose in the minds of all the women.

Even when facing Camille, Ophimasso felt less threatened than when facing Astalia.

If Astalia really has feelings for Leon, all of them combined won't be enough to fight her!

Amidst the complex emotions and gazes of the women, Leon walked to the edge of the pitfall in Florodija and laughed:

"Sir, why did you stop speaking as soon as you saw me?"

Floro Tija closed her eyes slightly, her purple eyelashes fluttering, her expression calm and composed, but she did not respond to Lyon.

At this moment, her trench coat, which concealed her identity, had been torn open, revealing a form-fitting purple dragon scale leather armor. Her cleavage was so stunningly white that even the T-shaped bodice could not compress it.

Beneath the scaly armor were dark leather stockings, revealing long, slender legs and a firm, rounded bottom. The curve of her buttocks was visible where they touched the ground. Her calves were long and slender with well-defined muscles, creating an impeccable proportion. She was practically a fantastical version of a stunning beauty in black stockings.

Looking down into the pit, Lyon could more clearly see how long and beautiful Feherrotija's legs were; they were simply the most beautiful legs he had ever seen in his life.

The dragon people all have amazing physiques.

While pure-blooded elves are beautiful, compared to the dragonkin Camille and Feherrotija, they are indeed on the slender side, generally being much thinner.

If I could tear open those black stockings in front of me, I wonder what kind of scenery I'd see...

Just then, Astalia, who was standing beside her, also stood at the edge of the pit and urged her as if she had sensed something:

"What are you looking at? Get to work!"

Upon hearing Astalia's voice, Feherrotija suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze falling upon her beautiful face.

"The goddess Astalia?"

"it's me."

When Feherrotija spoke, Astalia did not urge Lyon and nodded slightly in response.

"No wonder I lost so quickly; it turns out you had already recovered."

"If you don't disrupt my plans, I'll be gentler with you."

Astalia smiled.

"So that's how it is. Your plan was to elevate the top demonic prodigies to god-like prodigies, just like you did, and then kill them? The purpose was to achieve merit?"

"You're quite a smart person."

A hint of surprise flashed in Astalia's eyes. This guy was indeed impressive. Despite being suppressed and having his five senses inhibited, he was still able to deduce such a result from just a few words from the outside world.

"Ha, if someone were truly intelligent, they wouldn't have been deceived by Leon Belon."

She laughed self-deprecatingly.

“Sir, everything I told you before was the truth, and in fact, you were the one who tried to deceive me in the first place.”

Lyon then laughed.

"Is a lie becoming the truth?"

Florodija gave a calm and composed laugh:

"I have to admit that I was indeed fooled by you, but looking back, I know that such an ability is impossible. Even if it were, it would be impossible for someone like you, who is only at the fifth level, to possess it. It is at least a power akin to authority. You must have used words to conceal your true ability."

It must be said that Florentiga was the first person to realize something was wrong after being scammed.

However, Lyon would naturally not admit it, and instead wanted to intensify the fraud.

After all, fraud can theoretically be repeated on anyone, but it's just that it's difficult to do so normally.

"Oh? To have my abilities praised as having the power of an authority, that is truly pleasing."

Lyon smiled calmly and said:

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. Although I have no intention of proving it to you, I am indeed preparing to remove the remaining demonic particles from your body. You'd better cooperate. If you don't cooperate, and it causes an imbalance in your new era demonic bloodline, and something unexpected happens, you'll have to tell me your last words in advance."

Upon hearing the word "last words," Feherrotija raised her purple eyebrows sensitively.

Because that's what she said to Leon before.

“This demon is already dead. Even if you separate it, it will not bring you any benefit.”

Feherrotiga turned her gaze to Astalia and said:

“Goddess Astalia, I know your purpose in stripping this top-tier demonic creature is to obtain the merit of slaying demons after it ascends to godhood, right? But unfortunately, I have already obtained the merit of killing this top-tier demonic creature.”

She clearly didn't want her hard-earned new physique to be destroyed like this.

Astalia pondered for a moment:

Are you sure you want to achieve this?

“I’m sure, you can check it yourself. I have already accumulated enough merit to advance to godhood. Another reason I came here is to seek a way to break through and ascend to godhood.”