What if you ascend to the wrong world?

"..."

Normally, this guy should be 'cultivating', but today he's just sitting here blankly.

After hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward.

"Are you OK?"

Irene Vitte paused, then turned and glanced back at her:

"Something happened."

The sound was very soft.

If Ivia hadn't been paying close attention, I really wouldn't have been able to hear it.

After thinking for a moment, Ivia jumped onto the hanging chair and sat down next to her.

"Tell me about it, maybe I can give you some advice?"

Although she is only nineteen years old, she is a legendary figure in the industry, and she receives a lot of letters from readers after each release of her work.

She felt that she had quite a lot of life experience.

"...You should know that I have always been pursuing power."

indeed.

She had always seen his hard work. Even though he was already the strongest hero of the current generation, she never relaxed for a moment.

"So the reason you did this is..."

“I suspected a long time ago that my father’s death was not so simple.”

Does it also involve the previous generation?

"and then?"

"Not long ago, I discovered that my father was actually killed by a demigod angel sent by the Lord of Dawn."

Wasn't Lennar Atheran besieged and killed by the demon lords and demon gods of Hell?

How did it get involved with the Lord of Dawn?

"That's alright. Although the original Lord of Dawn is gone, Ye Tu is now the Lord of Dawn. I'll go and ask him for help..."

She had only spoken halfway when Ivia suddenly stopped, as if she had realized something.

"Could this be the one who got punched to death by the maid yesterday...?"

"Ah."

Ivia: "..."

What a coincidence!

After thinking for a while, she tentatively asked:

"So, is it because you couldn't take revenge yourself, or because they both died too easily?"

"neither."

Irene Vitte raised her head and looked at the halo-like divine kingdom in the sky, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Whether she takes revenge herself or not makes little difference to her.

"I just feel so tired, I don't want to do anything."

The goal I had been striving for just vanished.

She felt a sense of emptiness, not knowing why she was working hard, or even what she should live for.

They've lost their way.

People with such unwavering convictions are most likely to lose their inner direction after achieving their goals.

Ivia was somewhat troubled.

She understood the situation perfectly well, but she didn't know how to offer advice.

After all, she's just a doujinshi artist, not a spiritual mentor; these kinds of psychological problems...

and many more!

"Your father's revenge has been achieved, but don't you still have your mother?"

If she loses her goal, why not just give her a new one?

Tsk!

Wow, Ms. Ivy is amazing! You even managed to find a solution to this!

She suppressed her smugness.

"Your mother just disappeared like that, without even leaving a name. Don't you want to know the truth behind this?"

Mother……?

Before my eyes appeared that frozen sky, and that figure resolutely walking towards the sky.

Irene Vitte was somewhat dazed.

Yes.

My father's revenge has been achieved, but my mother...

In an instant, her empty gaze returned to calm, and she solemnly said:

"Thank you."

A mother who fights for a free future for herself should never forget this!

"It's nothing, we're all friends."

Ivia waved her hand dismissively:

"For the next five months or so, we'll still have to work under Ye Tu."

More than five months?

"I was planning to give you some time to think it through yourself."

Then Ye Tu appeared not far away and slowly walked towards them.

"I didn't expect her words to cheer you up again."

That is!

Don't you even know who we are?!

Ivia forced a smile, trying to stop herself from laughing.

"We'll give you some more time to prepare before we leave."

“Mm.” Irene Vette nodded gently.

There are some people you really need to meet.

There are some things we should ask about.

"Of course, you can think it over carefully over the next eight months to avoid a repeat of this incident."

"it is good."

Beside her, Ivia looked at Irene Wett, who had returned to normal, and felt very gratified.

This is all the result of her wisdom and understanding.

It seems I can focus on learning mind-based magic when I get back.

Even Irene Vitte, the strongest hero of this generation, has found a new goal after being persuaded by him. He must have a very good talent for mental magic!

but……

"Ye Tu, you just misspoke. It should be more than five months, not more than eight months," she corrected.

“Your contract does expire in a little over five months, but hers doesn’t.”

"Huh? Wasn't it a six-month contract back then?"

Even if the due date is later, it will only be a few days later at most, right?

How could it possibly be three months later!

Or……

Is my memory playing tricks on me?

“Because of some things, my contract period has been extended by three months,” Irene Vitte explained.

This is the price she paid a few days ago when Ye Tu helped her remember her mother.

Now it seems...

It seems I actually made a profit?

∑(O_O；)！ ！ ！

Ivia looked completely bewildered.

This contract allows for extended hours!

When did this happen? How come she didn't hear anything about it?

Chapter 80 Desire for Sky Island

Meanwhile, at the Cathedral of Dawn.

The winding staircase spiraled downwards, and Elliott led Declan to the very bottom of the church.

It was still that same closed, windowless prison, with only one door connecting it to the outside world.

squeak~

With a familiar, teeth-grinding soft click, the tightly closed door opened automatically.

Cyril was slumped in front of the bed, his hair disheveled, looking dejected and quite pathetic.

Compared to last time, his mental state was clearly much worse this time.

Looking at the listless figures among them, Elliott remained calm, but a hint of pleasure flashed in Declan's eyes.

He always said that!

How could the selfish and greedy Cyril be worthy of the Lord's grace, worthy of becoming Pope, and worthy of leading the Lord's most devout lambs forward!

Sure enough, the Lord heard his prayer!

Yesterday's words, "I am the Pope," still seem to echo in my ears.

Now look at Cyril in such a sorry state.

Declan was overjoyed!

A pope who had been imprisoned twice and only served half a day in office...

This is unique in the history of the Dawn Church.

Thinking it over, he glanced at Elliott and saw that the other was just staring quietly at Cyril, and he immediately understood.

He immediately stepped forward.

"Cyril, do you know your crime?"

Cyril had been looking down, staring blankly at the ground.

Upon hearing Declan's question, his eyes flickered, and he slowly raised his head.

Upon seeing the two people standing at the prison gate, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he actually laughed.

"Am I guilty?"

He used his hands to support himself on the bed and managed to stand up.

"You are the real sinners!"

Anyone with a modicum of common sense could see that Ye Tu could never be the real master.