Spring Breezes Stir the Heart

The ambiguous atmosphere seemed to dissipate somewhat as the conversation turned to more serious matters.

Rein's thoughts drifted away.

The issue of the Evil God Worship is indeed a big problem. Relying solely on the strict defenses of Black Dragon City will absolutely not be enough to stop its viral spread.

The best way is to nip this problem in the bud.

That is, start with City of Radiance!

However, this is only in theory.

The advantageous geographical location of City of Radiance makes it impossible for Mechanical City to conquer it.

Once the airships in Black Dragon City are built in a while, we can give it a try.

Or, could we just use Wyvern Riders to bombard them?

But that choice would present another problem.

The Radiant Kingdom now has tens of millions of people, the vast majority of whom are innocent civilians. They may not even realize that there is anything wrong with their "faith"; nor do they know that they worship an evil god that will change their perception.

Are we to kill them all?

Just because they worshipped a deity that wasn't one of the "Seventy-Two Divine Generals"?

This is a very serious issue.

Rein felt that no one had the right to decide the life or death of tens of millions of people with a single word.

Moreover, even if City of Radiance were to perish, it would be of no use, as the missionaries have now extended their reach into the aristocratic classes of both empires.

The label of "Evil God Fanatic" is no longer firmly attached to their faces, and it can never be completely eradicated no matter what.

The only feasible solution we can think of now is to let the world know the terrifying extent to which that "Evil God Worship" can subtly change people's perceptions.

Then, by gathering the power of the rulers of various territories of the two great empires, they sealed off the "Howling Wind Pass," completely silencing the Evil God Worship in the City of Radiance west of the Alkolon Mountain Range!

However, it is very difficult to do this.

Rein fell into deep thought.

Beside the hot spring pool, spring water flows gently from the mouths of eight stone lions, and wisps of smoke rise from the surface of the water, creating a misty, ethereal atmosphere.

Occasionally, a cool breeze would blow by, and as the smoke dissipated, two naked bodies could be seen pressed very close together.

Ymir possessed a stunningly flawless figure; the exquisite phrase "fair skin like ice and jade" was the perfect description for her complexion. Having soaked in the hot spring for some time, her skin had developed a rosy-purple hue, appearing even more delicate and supple.

The two had just started discussing serious matters when Rein became slightly distracted.

At that moment, Ymir suddenly spoke up.

"Why did you stop kneading?"

She had her back to Rein, and her tone remained calm.

Upon hearing this, Rein realized that his hand had been on her shoulder for quite some time.

However, at this point, their positions were completely intimate. Large areas of skin were in contact, their body heat mingling. They could even clearly feel the faint rhythm of each other's blood flow.

Rein also felt the ultimate smoothness of the touch, as if he were nestled on soft clouds, and the place he touched was enveloped in gentleness.

Because she was going to soak in the hot springs, Ymir's hair was styled in a high bun.

Her beautiful blonde hair was styled into a simple knot, which further accentuated her dignified and elegant royal demeanor.

Just then, perhaps because of the movement of tilting her head, her hair knot loosened slightly. She realized what was happening, and then her beautiful blonde hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Like strands of pure gold thread, reflecting brilliant light under the sun, they are absolutely beautiful.

"Your hair is falling out."

Ymir frowned slightly, realizing that her hair had fallen out and the tips were touching the water.

She didn't seem to want to get her hair wet, and then raised her hands to try to put her hair up again.

Because she was fixing her hair, Ymir raised her arms, which left Rein's hands, which had been resting on her shoulders, with nowhere to land and they naturally slid down.

As his fingers traced her bare back, Rein suddenly had a whim. Instead of keeping his hands still in the water, he reached up and put them on her back.

Because he was right behind Ymir, on this floor, Wen Yu was in his arms.

Those large hands were quite unceremoniously placed on her lower abdomen.

"Stop fooling around, or your hair will get wet."

Ymir chided her.

The tone of voice didn't change much; it sounded like it was telling children not to be greedy for sweets.

There was no complaint, nor any expression of joy.

Calm and peaceful.

But the more he talked, the less polite Rein became.

At this moment, Ymir wanted to slap away the increasingly brazen groping hand, but she didn't have a free hand.

She raised her hands high, just gathering her hair into a neat bun, a gesture that seemed to wary anyone. At that moment, those lecherous hands seized this "flaw," no longer content with lingering on her lower abdomen, and began to caress upwards.

"Um?"

Ymir slightly surprised, a helpless sound escaping her nostrils, and she stopped arranging her hair.

That overbearing fellow even pinched it?

It seemed that Lei wasn't planning on letting her put her hair up in peace, Ymir simply put her hands down.

However, instead of swatting away the hands that had slipped under her armpits and were now wrapped around her, she asked, "How does it feel?"

Rein whispered in her ear, his breathing slightly heavy, "Hmm, I haven't quite gotten a feel for it yet. Let me try again."

The feel is naturally excellent.

Although when they first met on the Ice Ridge Wasteland, Rein already had a clear understanding of the physical structure of that "Princess Oma" and had some physical contact with her.

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Upon hearing this, Ymir remained silent, her brows furrowing slightly.

The feeling behind her grew increasingly real; she sensed a strange fluctuation within herself.

Her expression seemed slightly strange.

Although it wasn't the first time this man had taken advantage of me, and although I didn't feel any resentment, something still felt off.

Clearly, Ymir also understood what was about to happen.

My thoughts started wandering aimlessly for no apparent reason.

It's that kind of feeling—neither yes nor no, but with a bit of hesitation.

Rein was already very familiar with Ymir's personality.

Her Transcendent ice-based abilities granted her a level of rationality and composure far beyond that of ordinary people.

There are certain things that she would never take the initiative to do.

If there is no objection, it means tacit consent.

Rein didn't hold back either, and started touching her all over.

At this moment, Ymir did not stop the large hand that was no longer just presumptuous, but completely impolite.

Since I don't dislike him, I might as well let him be.

After thinking for a moment, she suddenly asked, "Was this the idea you had in mind when you wanted to come for a hot spring bath?"

Although Rein was a bit busy, he still took the time to reply, "I thought about it. But no. I was just passing by and suddenly thought of it."

Upon hearing this, Ymir didn't bother to verify its veracity and responded with a heavy nasal tone, "Oh."

She felt a tickle on her neck, so she tilted her head back slightly, revealing her slender, swan-like neck.

This made things easier for Rein, so he buried his head in the fragrance that wafted into his nostrils.

"Are you ticklish?"

"Hmm, you did this on purpose?"

"Mmm mmm mmm"

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Everything fell into place naturally, as if it all happened effortlessly.

It was only then that Rein experienced another benefit of his Strength Extraordinary: having super-abundant physical energy to support his desires.

Ymir, on the other hand, is a top-tier Transcendent, also a melee-type magic swordsman with exceptional physical flexibility.

The two can unlock all sorts of amazing poses.

However, Ymir remained calm throughout the process, rarely speaking or taking the initiative.

Only occasionally, when the mood was right, would she wrap her arms around Rein's neck, letting her cascading blonde hair flutter wildly in the wind.

If there were outsiders present, they would surely have noticed the captivating charm in her beautiful eyes.

Of course, this was a magnificent view that only Rein could see.

In the top-tier private hot springs of this "Golden City Bathhouse," steam rises and seductive music fills the air.

Princess Oma Ymir Rein to experience the ultimate, soul-stirring tenderness in the world.

The news that Rein and Ymir had gone to the hot springs together spread quickly throughout Omar's elite circles.

This made everyone understand the relationship between the two. It also completely dispelled the thoughts of those who had originally harbored the idea of a "marriage alliance".

However, the confirmation of their relationship brought a sigh of relief to the princes.

At least Black Dragon City doesn't seem to favor any faction right now, so they can make some arrangements with peace of mind. After all, the fighting force capable of breaching Oma Academy is not to be underestimated.

Everyone knew that the Old Emperor's life was hanging by a thread in the air, and undercurrents were stirring in the city of Wussenbar.

On the other hand, at the Second Prince's residence.

Inside the secret chamber, the Second Prince, Calen, and the white-robed missionary named Miriel also received the latest intelligence.

Calen read the contents and muttered to herself, "Just as the rumors said, the Lord of Black Dragon City is my aunt's man. That's good, at least no one can win him over."

He paused, then looked at the white-robed mage beside him, his eyes filled with respect for an elder, and asked, "Master Mirel, secret news has come from the palace that my father will announce the heir to the Imperial Throne tomorrow. Should we make any further preparations?"

The white-robed missionary smiled and said, "Your Highness, rest assured, His Majesty will surely pass the throne to you. Once you have control of the Imperial Guard in the capital, everything will be settled."

He paused, then continued, "After all, I used divine magic to extend His Majesty's life by half a month, precisely to await the arrival of that Her Highness the Eldest Princess. It's likely that His Majesty informed her of the imperial edict beforehand. Therefore, the Princess's stance is actually on our side."

Calen nodded and said, "I naturally believe Master Mirel's words. However, my two younger brothers are no pushovers either."

He paused, then hesitated slightly, and said, "But... Black Dragon City and your Radiant Kingdom seem to have some grudges. I'm afraid something might happen."

The white-robed missionary smiled smugly and said, "Rest assured, Your Highness, there are no eternal enemies, only unchanging interests. As the intelligence reports, the Black Dragon City is a Transcendent who has cultivated diligently. He is currently on the threshold of comprehending the 'Intent' at the Third Tier of the Transcendent. This step is very difficult, and countless talented individuals may be stuck here for their entire lives. Given the opportunity to advance, Transcendent will definitely seize it, and I have prepared a gift for him that he cannot refuse."

As he spoke, he took out a box that emitted a faint glow, and said, "A supreme treasure that allows one to easily comprehend profound meanings—the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Calen's eyes lit up with realization. "Master Mirel, thank you for your trouble."

When Rein and Ymir entered the "Golden City Bathhouse," the sun was just beginning to set.

By the time they came out, it was already dark.

After spending the afternoon together, the two were still full of energy and looked even more radiant.

The bathhouse manager didn't dare disturb them, and no one dared to pry into the Princess's privacy. In fact, to avoid affecting their bathing, the upper two floors of the bathhouse were closed to all other guests.

Besides, there's not much privacy to be explored in a "private bathhouse," those who know, know.

"Her Highness the Eldest Princess, Lord Rein, please take care. We welcome you to visit us again."

Only after seeing the two off did the manager finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

The bathhouse is a melting pot of all sorts of people, and it also sells information on a regular basis.

That's right, she's also an intelligence broker.

Who knows how many people she received that afternoon, all trying to gather information? It seemed like all sorts of intelligence brokers in the capital were particularly interested in the Princess's private life, willing to pay high prices for every detail—what kind of hot spring she soaked in, what services she requested, even the expressions on their faces during their conversations.

Rein had no idea that his trip to the capital for a hot spring would give him the treatment of a top celebrity from his previous life, with paparazzi following him and everyone watching his private affairs.

Once outside the baths, Ymir resumed her signature indifferent expression.

Rein was used to it.

However, even though he looked similar to when he arrived, the difference was actually quite significant. Even on the street, Ymir didn't mind standing very close to him.

This was an unimaginable scale for the original [Frost Swordswoman] Ymir.

It was getting late.

"Are we going to the inn tonight?" Rein asked.

"Let's stay in the palace instead."

Ymir thought for a moment and said, "That would save a lot of trouble."

"Oh, okay."

When Rein heard the word "we," a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Looking at Ymir's stunning profile, he suddenly asked a very blunt question, "How are you feeling?"

He thought Ymir wouldn't answer such a question.

After waiting for a while without receiving an answer, I didn't ask any more questions.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of contemplation, Ymir responded calmly, "Not bad."

When Rein and Ymir arrived at the palace, the palace servants had been waiting for them for a long time.

"Your Her Highness the Eldest Princess, His Majesty was lucid for a while this afternoon. He said that I should take you to the Imperial Treasury to select some treasures as a wedding gift. His Majesty also left an oral decree, saying: Forgive me, brother, for not being able to attend your wedding with the Lord Rein, but I also wish my dear sister eternal happiness."

"Knew."

"His Majesty also said that after tomorrow, you should also help to safely take Mr. Metternich out of the capital."

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The eunuch told Ymir, Rein saw a glint of tears in Ymir's eyes.

The brother and sister have always had a good relationship, and they share many common topics, whether in terms of political views or life philosophies.

From childhood to adulthood, her brother, who was the emperor, always took good care of his sister.

But on this day, they would finally be separated forever.

Rein remained silent; the Old Emperor's death did not affect him much as an outsider.

But it's also clear that the brother and sister have a very deep bond.

However, to be fair, this emperor's brother-in-law was quite generous, thinking of a "congratulatory gift" first.

Instead of returning directly to Ymir's palace, they went with the eunuchs directly to the royal treasury.

The Old Emperor probably knew that after tomorrow, there would likely be no more opportunities.

The palace resembled a massive castle, containing several intricate, dark rooms.

Rein and Ymir followed the eunuch through a winding, secret passage for a long time before finally arriving at a gate protected by a secret magic barrier.

Before even seeing the treasure, the Thunderbird "Pika" on Rein's shoulder sensed the aura of a powerful figure.

"A top-tier expert!"

When Rein saw the white-bearded old man in the treasure vault, his pupils contracted sharply. The aura this old man gave him was the same "return to simplicity" feeling as that of the Great Shaman Mafat.

The foundation of Omar, this thousand-year-old empire, is indeed not as simple as it seems.