Aureole's Ascension

The following morning.

Inside the magnificent hall of the Mistveil Hall.

Dugu Qing and Jian Ze were playing chess on the sofa.

Wearing casual clothes, Fern sat next to Dugu Qing, offering him advice and suggestions.

Dugu Qing won three gold coins in a row.

Jian Ze looked at Fern, his eyes cold and indifferent, his eyes slightly red, almost as if small pearls were about to fall.

"Jian Ze, come with me."

Serie, with her blonde hair flowing down her shoulders, hurried down the stairs.

"What's wrong, Lady Serie?"

Jian Ze put down the chess piece in his hand and looked up at Serie.

"Anti-Magic Ore suddenly appeared at yesterday's ball. I suspect someone has mastered the technology to cut Anti-Magic Ore. We're going out now to investigate and kill everyone who possesses this technology."

Serie's eyes were cold and sharp, her voice carrying a chilling killing intent.

Jian Ze nodded and followed Serie to the remaining hideout of the Shadow Warriors. Following the clues, they investigated and found out who provided technical support to the Shadow Warriors.

Instead of taking direct action, the two dispatched several powerful warriors to kill the craftsman who controlled the cutting technique.

Outside the Imperial Capital, an army of 100,000 men was arrayed in formation, an endless expanse of troops and banners stretching like clouds, a mighty force heading straight for the Imperial Capital.

Little Aura, dressed in a bright red dress, stood quietly atop the hill, her little face tilted back, a look of smug satisfaction on her face.

"See! This is the advanced application of Obedience Magic —controlling a high-ranking duke and making him kill each other. This efficiency is many times greater than if we did it ourselves!"

Zorida pressed one hand lightly to her chest, her face, though blindfolded, radiating genuine, heartfelt admiration.

"Your Excellency is wise. I believe that under your leadership, our Demons will surely achieve new glory and dominate the continent."

Little Aura's red hair flew in the wind, her arms outstretched, facing the long wind, she laughed loudly.

"That's only a matter of time!"

Within the Imperial Capital, a storm is brewing, and the entire city is in turmoil.

The members of the Imperial Mage Corps, armed with a list, arbitrarily arrested people and eliminated dissidents.

After a long and tiring day, Serie returned to the Mistveil Hall. Seeing familiar faces brought her a sense of peace.

Dugu Qing, Frieren, Fern, and others were still playing chess in the hall.

"I have good news for you. The people who could cut through the Anti-Magic Ore have been eliminated by us. There will never be any more large Anti-Magic Ore pillars appearing again."

Serie sat down next to Dugu Qing and placed her hand on his waist.

Dugu Qing nodded slightly.

Then, Serie spoke again.

"Also, Fuleisi came to me and apologized on behalf of the Emperor. I asked her to restore all the statues of Flamme to their original state, and she agreed. I believe that after some time, the statues of Flamme will be back to their original appearance!"

Frieren's eyes lit up, her gaze softening.

"That's great! That way, I'll be able to see the teacher's statue more often when I pass through the Empire."

Dugu Qing pointed outside the Imperial Capital, "So, should we intervene in this civil war within the empire? If not, I suggest everyone leave tomorrow to avoid being affected by the war."

Stark nodded emphatically. "Fine! I hate war the most."

"The political atmosphere here is too strong; I don't like it here either."

"These nobles, for the sake of a little power, disregard the lives of the people and act recklessly. They are truly despicable. It's good that they've left!"

An assassination attempt destroyed everyone's goodwill towards the Empire, coupled with the relentless investigation by the Imperial Mage Corps.

After discussing it, everyone agreed to leave the Imperial Capital tomorrow.

The next day, it was just dawn.

Dugu Qing, Frieren, Fern, Stark, Sein had all packed their luggage and met at the entrance of the building.

"Well then, goodbye!"

Serie waved and watched everyone leave.

Dugu Qing a step forward, preparing to leave the Imperial Capital.

Suddenly, Frieren noticed that the purple flowers in the pavilion had all turned their stamens towards the north at the same time, forming a continuous expanse that looked extremely spectacular.

"Serie, do you know why all the purple flowers are bowing towards the north?"

Serie was slightly stunned, staring at the unusual purple flower, a hint of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

"I know! The purple flower is enchanting and beautiful, naturally sensitive. Eight thousand years ago, it received the blessing of the Goddess of Creation. Every time the Aureole departs from the mortal realm and ascends to the Ninth Heaven, the purple flower will face north in homage to show its respect."

"Now that the purple flowers are blooming northwards again, something must have happened in Aureole, so they have decided to leave the mortal world."

Frieren's mouth agape slightly. Leaving the mortal realm? Aureole allows flight and movement!

Will I still be able to enter Aureole and see Himmel one last time?

"However, Frieren, you don't need to worry. Ascension to Aureole takes time. As long as you hurry and reach the Demon King's Castle within three days, you will definitely be able to enter Aureole."

Serie looked at the worried Frieren and offered words of comfort.

"How could Lady Serie know our target?"

Fern ran his fingers across his cheek, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Mage of God, of course! Knowing a lot of magic isn't surprising."

Dugu Qing remained calm, his gaze distant, seemingly unsurprised.

"Clever!"

Serie looked at Dugu Qing with admiration.

"But this place is still a long way from the Demon King's Castle. How can we possibly get there within three days!"

Frieren looked at the ground, her eyes dim, filled with confusion and distress.

Serie stood with her hands on her hips, a proud smile playing on her fair and delicate face.

"Well, what can I do? I'm a good person! Fine, considering how Frieren helped me this time, I'll give you the Flying Boat."

She snapped her fingers, and a delicate, exquisite Flying Boat suddenly appeared in her palm.

Serie gently channeled her magic, and the Flying Boat immediately expanded, growing dozens of times larger, and hovered steadily in mid-air.

The Flying Boat is exquisitely carved with intricate and beautiful patterns.

The cabin features a grand lobby, private sleeping quarters, a kitchen, and other facilities.

Its surface is covered with a faint Magic Circle, which can isolate sound and protect against wind, rain and hail, making it extremely safe and a very precious magical artifact.

"This ship is called the Flying Boat. It can fly automatically. As long as the destination is entered, it can take off at an extremely high speed, and people inside the ship will not be affected at all."

Jian Ze's gaze swept over everyone as he slowly revealed the mysteries of the spaceship.

"I see! Then I really have to Serie."

Frieren smiled and spoke, her eyes filled with emotion.

"Hmph, go on!"

Serie closed her eyes, looking smug, and waved her hand lightly.

Frieren boarded the Flying Boat, found the control panel, and clicked on the Demon King's Castle on the map.

The surface of the Flying Boat shimmered with a bright light, its magic surging, poised to unleash its power.

Dugu Qing, Fern, Stark, Sein hurriedly jumped onto the Flying Boat.

Before the group could even stand firmly, the Flying Boat transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky and hurtling rapidly toward the northern horizon.