In the end, Auguste's soul was blocked.

He will be like Prisis in the past, a dead soul who has not died.

One of the lands imprisoned in the realm of the thousands of dead of the Grand Duke of Barlow.

There is no escape from eternity.

Until his physical body ages and dies in reality, his soul will also dissipate.

But that would be decades away.

All in all, this trip to the Kingdom of Kante has taught Aurelian a lot.

The reason why his father was recognized by everyone was because he was the most powerful warrior in the empire.

My grandfather was obviously not a king, but all the nobles respected him very much, even more than the king.

The most fundamental reason is the strength of the two.

Being strong is the foundation of ruling a country.

At least there is one negative case of Auguste that she will never forget. It was enough for Aurelian to understand the truth of this matter.

After finishing the training, Aurelian dragged her tired body, took off her heavy armor dress, and went to take a shower.

In the last few days, because of the reason of learning necromancy.

Victor doesn't allow her to use any other magic.

Prevent her from confusing other magic with necromancy.

Although Aurelian personally felt that she had almost mastered the knowledge of necromancy.

But Ms. Victor always said that she wasn't good enough.

The teacher always said that the necromancy she used was simply the transformation of a living creature.

It is equivalent to imparting undead buff magic to living creatures.

And the real necromancer should be like her grandfather.

With a wave of his hand, millions of dry bones broke through the ground and turned into a mighty army, invincible to the world.

Aurelianne also knows that the problem is huge.

The point is that there is no good solution to her fear of the dead.

So I can only take one step at a time.

Draped in a long towel, Aurelian rubbed her hair as she walked out.

She was dressed in a clean dress that had been changed long ago—a change of clothes that her grandfather had prepared for her.

The hair was still dripping and dripping.

Without the help of others, Aurelian could not dry her hair.

My grandfather was not very accustomed to having too many servants, so there were very few servants in the huge mansion.

Only a few of the servants remained, all of whom had their own duties.

When she was in the palace, it was usually the maid who wiped her hair and bathed.

After she learned magic, she rarely asked the maid to serve, and a clean spell was all solved.

came to her grandfather's place, coupled with the teacher's restriction that she was not allowed to use magic.

It made Aurelian feel that even taking a bath was a little new.

She's naturally not a delicate vase princess.

Even in the abyss, which is a monster crack, she can stay for many days without leaving.

Finally drying her hair, she wrapped herself in a towel and prepared to walk towards the courtyard.

But as soon as she reached the corner of the courtyard, she was surprised to see a woman in a black nun's dress and a light veil in her eyes.

At this time, she was standing quietly in front of Victor.

Aurelian glanced at it hurriedly, then nervously stepped aside and took a closer look.

Behind the nun's beating, there was a girl who was very familiar.

Looks, about the same age as her.

She had long hair that was paler than snow, and she looked sickly, contrasting with her scarlet eyes.

These eyes are like brilliant gems in the sunlight, and they are incomparably bright.

Aurelian carefully compared, and found the most discrepancy between the two.

Because she looked down at herself.

“……”

Lost, lost in this regard.

Aurelian was a little depressed.

But here's the thing.

Isn't that Prisis? How did she end up here now?

Aurelian naturally recognized it, after all, this is a girl full of tragedy.

She learned the whole truth of the matter from Mr. Victor.

It is also clear how tragic this "resurrected" Prisis really is.

If it weren't for Teacher Victor, she would have almost been able to keep the territory her father had left for her.

Aurelian was well aware that Teacher Victor was now Prisis' nominal adoptive father.

Only in this way can he become the lord of Sulburn and help Prisis keep his territory.

Prisis was pitiful, but Aurelian couldn't forget what she once looked like.

That time, it really scared her.

So Aurelian didn't go out directly, but hid aside and quietly listened to the conversation of several people:

“…… Mr. Victor, I'm here with Prisis. ”

"I will also fulfill my promise, and next, I will be willing to be used by you as you please."

Hearing these words, Aurelian, who was eavesdropping on the side, turned red like a red-hot kettle.

In direct sunlight, you can even see a faint white steam overhead.

Follow...... Use it as you like?

What the hell is she talking about?

Just as Aurelian was about to hear something, Victor got up from his chair.

With an indifferent expression, he said to Michaela:

"Come with me."

"Priss, you stay here for now."

Prisis nodded obediently.

In the next second, behind Victor, a huge teleportation array of flowing azure magic appeared, and the lines quickly intertwined.

After a burst of magic, a deep tunnel appeared behind Victor.

The storm swept around her, and Aurelian couldn't help but raise her hand to shield it.

When the wind calmed down, Aurelian looked up again.

only to find that the figures of the two had long disappeared in front of the portal.

Only Prisis remained, still standing there, sighing slightly.

There seems to be some calm melancholy.

Aurelian was a little anxious and hurriedly ran out.

The moment she saw Aurelian, Prisis couldn't help but be stunned.

Prisis was visibly surprised by her sudden appearance.

Her blood-red ruby eyes were looking at Aurelian, and she was about to say something.

However, Aurelian's shocked words blurted out instantly.

"How can you watch him being taken away by a bad woman!?"

"He's your father now!"

Priss: "? ”

……

A blue portal gradually fell, standing quietly above an endless grassland.

The breeze gently blows, gently stirring the weeds.

Victor looked around and found no superfluous figures.

Then, turning his head back to Michaela, he whispered:

"Here it is."

Michaela also looked around, clasping her hands together, as if she was a little embarrassed:

"Isn't it inappropriate here?"

"There should be at least a room......"

Victor stared at her with a blank face, and Michaela's obscured eyes looked at Victor at the same time.

The air around him seemed to freeze for a while.

Subsequently, Michaela was the first to break the silence:

"Aren't we going to preach?"

"Let more people listen to the divine teachings of the Goddess of Fertility and spread her lovingkindness even further."

Victor didn't respond, and Michaela tilted her head slightly, looking at him curiously.

As if sensing something, Michaela's cheeks flushed slightly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Victor, I may have misunderstood you."

"As a person of God's favor, I rashly thought that you would preach more about the great ...... of the goddess"

She said with a little wryp:

"Still, I'll do what you ask."

"If you can't choose the environment, then at least please be gentle."

Victor turned his head away and stopped looking at Michaela.

Being able to be a bishop of a church is a bit of a problem with his brain, not to mention that Michaela is still an oracle.

As we all know, it is not normal for people to have some relationship with God.

So he simply said directly:

"Will the personality of the divine envoy gradually move closer to God?"

Michaela quickly came to her senses, her blushing cheeks returning to normal.

She knew that Victor was asking her a serious question:

"Yes, but it won't."

She put one hand on her chest, looked solemn, and replied calmly:

"For example, after receiving the divine power of the goddess, although I am like the goddess, I love all things in the world."

"But I will not entrust this love to everyone."

Michaela demonstrates an example:

"Just like you, Mr. Victor."

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't ...... myself casually"

"Alright, you don't have to say any more."

Victor interrupted her narration and said lightly:

"In general, you still maintain your original personality and have not fully become the embodiment of God."

Michaela nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, there was a sound on the ground of the sound of the hooves of the iron horses.

The ground trembled like a great drum shaking over the vast expanse of the earth.

Gwen, the leader, was dressed in iron armor and covered in thick bone armor.

Raising the reins, he rode his horse and leaped out from behind a hill.

At that moment, Gwen came to the front of the two.

She tugged at the reins, and the horses leaned back.

The silver armor flowed brightly above her body, and a knight of the divine ultimate appeared before the light of day.

Then, Gwen's bland and indifferent eyes looked at Michaela with a scrutinizing gaze.

Feeling the sharp gaze like a cold gun, Michaela couldn't help but be stunned.

While she was sluggish, Victor's voice rang in her ears:

"Well, like this one."

"Do you, who are also an oracle of God, have any opinions?"