The autumn wind was bleak, and withered maple leaves drifted onto Ronn's shoulder.

Ronn was forced to stop, his back to Grovier, silent as a cicada in winter.

Although the locking aura Grovier cast did not carry killing intent, Ronn still dared not make any move.

Because if Grovier wanted to kill him, it would only take a thought.

He dared not gamble whether any extra movement would provoke Grovier.

"Are you going to kill me too?" Ronn asked calmly.

No response came from behind him.

"Then you want to break off the engagement, don't you?" Ronn chuckled softly.

He continued, "I remember the first time I saw you was in the side courtyard of Duke Graham's mansion. At that time, you were small and emaciated, not as stunning as you are now. I saw you wearing a thin gray dress even in the winter, and my heart was filled with pity. I stubbornly begged my father, the King, to arrange this engagement."

At this point, Ronn shook his head and smiled.

Then, he took out the marriage contract from his Arms: "This engagement was originally my own wilful act. Now that you want to break it off, I don't blame you. The marriage contract is right here, take it."

He raised his hand, his fingertips clutching the marriage contract.

The sunlight slanted down, elongating his shadow, and the scattered fallen leaves made his retreating figure appear particularly desolate.

All the knights behind him were moved.

But soon, they reacted.

Oh no, it's moral blackmail!

Just as they were about to expose Ronn's trick, their mouths were stuffed with thick vines.

At the same time, Ronn felt the aura locked onto him disappear, and a triumphant smile of a successful conspiracy appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the light footsteps approaching, he immediately reined in his smile, resumed his sorrowful expression, and waited for Grovier to take the marriage contract.

However, he waited for a long time, but the marriage contract in his hand was not taken away.

Huh?

What is Big Sister doing?

I'm in a hurry to escape, can you hurry up?

Unable to figure out what the other party was thinking, Ronn curiously turned his head, just as he was about to see what the other party was doing, an obscure rune drilled into his forehead from the slender fingertips in front of him.

Eventually, a blue pattern was left on Ronn's forehead, gradually dimming and sinking in.

Ronn was startled at first, then his eyes became strange.

"This is...a Symbiotic Contract?"

Damn it!

As the name suggests, signing this contract means if one party lives, the other lives; if one party dies, the other dies.

What is this?

Wanting to perish together?

Or expressing loyalty of living and dying together?

He wanted to ask, but Grovier had already turned and left with the wind.

"......"

Looking at the distant graceful figure, Ronn could only silently curse...bless her in his heart: May you live a hundred years.

He sighed helplessly, put away the marriage contract. Escaping was the priority for now; he would find a way to remove this Symbiotic Contract later.

......

At the same time, in the capital of the Rah Kingdom, the Emerald Kingdom's army advanced triumphantly and entered the royal palace.

When Charles, the The Great Prince of the Emerald Kingdom, led his army to the main hall, he only saw the Saintess of the Radiant Church and a few Rah Kingdom royal knights; the King of Rah Kingdom was nowhere to be seen.

Charles immediately ordered his men to search the palace, then walked to Keltia's side and asked in confusion, "Saintess, what is this...?"

These several royal knights of the Rah Kingdom were bound in the main hall, and the means of binding them seemed to be...the Radiant Church's Light Binding Art?

What is going on?

He looked around. Was there anyone else in this hall who could use light magic?

Keltia remained silent, only diligently recording the Emerald Kingdom's entry into the main hall.

However, sarcastic remarks came from within the main hall.

"She brought it upon herself."

"Saintess, an hour has passed, do you think our King will still return?"

"Hmph! The Saintess of the dignified Radiant Church, representing the God of Radiance to exercise supervision, actually violated her duty for personal gain and attacked us. It's truly an eye-opener."

Keltia remained silent regarding the sarcasm from the people in the main hall.

By now, she also knew she had been deceived.

She only blamed herself for being too naive, believing the words of a treacherous person.

Charles, standing nearby, heard their words and immediately understood that the people in the main hall were trapped by the Saintess of the Radiant Church.

This was indeed a rare and interesting event.

"Do you want me to deal with them for you?" Charles looked at Keltia with a meaningful expression: "If this matter gets out, it might cause the world to question the fairness of the War of the Gods presided over by the Radiant Church."

"No need." Keltia's voice was cold.

Before taking action, she had already prepared herself to accept all consequences.

It was just a pity she couldn't rescue Grovier.

"Since that's the case, then please, Saintess, make your judgment."

Seeing that Keltia was unwilling to yield, Charles had no choice but to put away his petty thoughts and urged her.

Keltia closed her book and took one last look in the direction Ronn had left.

She hoped Ronn could step forward at this moment and announce the dissolution of his engagement with Grovier.

But this was clearly impossible.

From the moment Charles stepped into this hall, the Rah Kingdom was considered completely eliminated from the War of the Gods, and she had no choice but to make the judgment here.

"Keltia, Apostle of the God of Radiance, hereby, on behalf of the great God of Radiance, declares that as of the beginning of September 1815, the Emerald Kingdom has triumphed over the Rah Kingdom, and the Rah Kingdom has lost its qualification for the War of the Gods."

As the judgment fell, the book in Keltia's hand floated into the air, suspended between her and Charles.

Whoosh, whoosh...

The pure white pages turned rapidly.

Charles looked at the turning book with fervent eyes.

He knew that this divine record, which could communicate with the gods, would bestow a blessing upon the Emerald Kingdom.

This blessing would strengthen the overall power of the Emerald Kingdom, and as a member of the royal family, he would also gain the ability to control the royal family members of the defeated nation.

"That magic genius from the Rah Kingdom is called Grovier, right? I hope you're not dead yet."

Charles said with a smile.

A Seventh-tier Archmage was a rare talent. Only with Grovier's inclusion would the Emerald Kingdom have a greater chance of sweeping away the other three nations.

Listening to Charles's words and looking at the gradually forming blessing, Keltia's heart was complex.

Just as the blessing was about to take shape.

Om—

The space suddenly trembled, and everyone present except Keltia experienced a momentary blankness in their minds.

Keltia stared blankly at the still-turning divine record.

Was it an illusion?

Just now, she seemed to see the turning divine record pause for a moment.

And the blessing that was just about to form seemed to have...shrunk by more than half?

Before everyone could observe carefully, the blessing was bestowed in the next second.

A layer of pure white light appeared on everyone from the Emerald Kingdom present, lasting for five seconds.

After five seconds, they clearly felt themselves stronger, but...it didn't seem like they had become much stronger.

Charles frowned, clearly dissatisfied with this blessing.

He looked at Keltia, hoping she could provide an explanation.

Keltia ignored him, and after retrieving the divine record, she turned and left.

Charles's face was grim. He shouted orders: "Ronn, Grovier, come before me immediately."

Keltia heard this and stopped.

A hint of panic appeared in her brilliant golden eyes.

In the sky ahead, a familiar figure was flying towards the main hall.