What if you ascend to the wrong world?

No longer myself?

For a moment, both of them fell silent.

Ye Tu flipped through the book in his hands, but his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

First, Ivia was parasitized by the tentacles of the ancient god, which amplified her desires.

Then there's the case of Irene Vitte, whose magic was mostly sealed away by someone, but she happened to have a ring powered by 'desire' that could solve the problem.

Coincidence?

Do not!

It can't be a coincidence.

Instead, it seemed as if some unobservable and unfathomable force was constantly pushing and guiding the two of them toward 'degeneration'.

Was it the work of that 'Ancient God,' or...?

Does the world itself have problems?

……

……

after a while.

Irene had just returned to her residence when the lieutenant rushed to greet her.

"Your Highness!" The lieutenant knelt on one knee. "His Highness Cyril has just sent word that he would like to invite you to dinner."

Cyrillic?

Is this a plan to threaten me with divine restrictions?

Busy trying out the 'cultivation method', Irene Vete instinctively wanted to refuse.

But just before she was about to say it, she seemed to remember something.

"Reply to him that I need to consult my master before I can make a decision."

Um? ! ! !

Owner?!

Chapter 11 I just love this feeling of being dominated by him.

boom!

A crystal cup was violently smashed to the ground, sending countless shards flying.

In the spacious and bright study, Cyril stood behind the desk, panting heavily, his expression contorted in extreme distress.

He swept all the expensive ornaments on the table to the floor, and one or two of them were even deeply embedded in the ground.

Doorway.

A young man dressed as a pastor stared intently at the ground.

They dared not step back, much less raise their heads.

I don't know why, but His Highness Cyril's temper has become increasingly irritable in recent years.

He used to be a very kind person.

"Are you sure Irene Wett really said that?!"

This was the third time Prince Cyril had asked this question since he brought back Princess Irenevitt's reply.

Sensing the emotions that could erupt at any moment in his words, the young pastor swallowed hard.

"Yes, it is."

"..."

Cyril's expression grew increasingly grim, his eyes brimming with violence and anger.

He had always considered Irene Wett as his possession.

but now……

But now Irene Vitte is saying she has a so-called 'master'?!

Even if it's fake, a lie, he can't accept it.

Not to mention he knew perfectly well that Irene Wett would never tell such a lie, which meant she really...

Just as he grabbed the bottom of the desk, preparing to flip the entire desk over.

“Cyril.” A calm voice rang out in the study.

Cyril was taken aback.

But then an old man appeared in the study. He was so thin and frail that he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

He wore a plain gray robe without any patterns or decorations, was barefoot, and had sparse hair.

His skin was loose and sagging, covered with age spots, and his eyes were cloudy.

This is an old man who is dying.

Anyone who sees him for the first time will think that way.

Yet, the moment Cyril saw this decaying, dying old man, the violence and anger in his eyes vanished without a trace.

"Your Majesty..."

His voice trembled slightly.

Not bad!

The visitor was none other than the current Pope of the Dawn Church, the de facto ruler of the Dawn Empire—

Elliott Loser Reynolds.

In this kingdom where the will of the gods determines everything, he is the embodiment of the will of the Lord of Dawn in the Dawn Empire, and the commands he conveys are sacred edicts!

"This matter ends here."

“But Your Majesty, if the Empire loses Frostfeather at this time, then…” Cyril couldn’t help but say.

"Is it the fear of losing [Frostfeather], or the fear of not getting Irene Vitte?"

"Your Majesty, I...!"

“The Lord already knows everything you have done.” Elliott’s tone remained calm. “After I return to Heaven, you will take charge of the Tears of Dawn.”

Cyril's expression changed drastically.

This statement virtually eliminated his chances of becoming pope.

“Until then, you will serve by the Lord’s side and wait for the Tears of Dawn to be repaired.”

The words fell.

An invisible wave spread out from Elliott, instantly covering the entire study.

The shattered crystal glass was restored, the scattered ornaments returned to their original positions, and even the marks left by the smashing were automatically repaired.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"Go." A soft voice said.

Without giving Cyril a chance to refuse, they sent him directly to the statue in the central sanctuary.

Turning to look at the young priest with his head bowed, Elliott gave him a peaceful smile.

"You should go back too."

"Yes!"

Elliott's smile faded only after the young priest's figure disappeared from sight.

"last night……"

He actually knew what Cyril was doing from the very beginning.

He acquiesced.

After all, if Irene Vitte could really give birth to an heir, Frostfeather could remain permanently on the Lord's ranch.

That's a good thing, too.

Unexpectedly, not only did Cyril's plan fail, but the Tears of Dawn were also damaged as a result...

Is it the Mage Association that reached an agreement with Irene Vit?

Or are they just a bunch of madmen chasing after the authority of the 'Ancient Gods'?

Elliott frowned in thought, but quickly ruled out the Mage Guild.

Throughout the entire Mage Association, only their guild leader could damage [Tears of Dawn].

But that person could never set foot in the Dawn Empire and expose himself to the Lord's gaze.

and so……

Could it really be those madmen who are chasing after the authority of the 'Ancient Gods'?

Lost in thought, Elliott took a step and walked outside.

Regardless, Cyril had to deal with it as soon as possible; after being in contact with those lunatics for so long, he was almost going crazy himself.

As for that group of lunatics.

Even the 'Ancient God' himself perished under the Lord's glory, so those madmen are even less worthy of respect.

Now that the Lord will soon be able to reclaim his share of power from the dormant 'Ancient Gods,' they will naturally have no reason to exist anymore.

We'll find an opportunity to get rid of them later.

……

……

Two days later.

With Irene Vitte's cooperation, the data collection work for the [Brave Mimicry Armor] is more than halfway complete.

During this time, Cyril also learned that Irene Wett's so-called 'master' was actually Ye Tu, and he was so angry that he almost fainted.

Because he couldn't leave the Dawn Cathedral himself, he arranged for some people to cause trouble for Ye Tu.

But they were all easily blocked by Irene Wett.

but……

noon.

Irene Vitte's mansion.

Reception room.

Elliott smiled, his cloudy eyes scrutinizing Ye Tu.

"You are Ye Tu?"

As the supreme ruler of the Dawn Empire, he has also discovered the unusual relationship between Irenevit and Yetuna in the past two days.

This leaf painting...

Could he also be a madman chasing after the authority of the 'Ancient God'?

With a skeptical attitude, he had people stand guard outside Irene Wett's mansion, and finally found such an opportunity.

With both Ye Tu and Irene Wett present, they came here under the guise of a visit.

"Ah."

Before Ye Tu could speak, Irene Wet, who was standing behind him, answered for him.

"He is my master."

Owner……

Elliott's eyelids twitched.