Guess Why, Fomingge

When a wizard's Soul Power or mental strength, as well as their understanding of a spell, reach a certain level, they can trigger a deep resonance of energy particles and thus influence the power of the natural order.

The Forbidden Law Domain is the threshold for touching the rules; only the True Meaning level can be considered to have a certain degree of ability to use the power of the rules.

"If Grandmaster -level proficiency is the realm of magical rules, then perfect Grandmaster- level proficiency is equivalent to the perfect mastery of a certain power of rules."

"Then does the Power of Law correspond to realms above the Grandmaster level?"

Ronan had a guess in his mind.

He has mastered quite a few True Meaning Spell and techniques, and has gained some insights and understanding.

In Ronan's view, the True Meaning level should be similar to the Extraordinary Magic Domain stage, a realm of resonance between the first, second, and Level Three of the Magic Domain Resonance.

However, he still doesn't know exactly how many points of proficiency correspond to the Grandmaster level.

Ronan sought answers from Alazan: "Laws are above rules and were once the exclusive domain of the gods."

Ancient shamans used their wisdom to find a way to share power with the gods.

However, wizards qualified to touch upon the realm of laws are extremely rare, and require immense strength; at least, an eighth-level wizard does not possess this qualification.

According to Alazan, only a wizard of at least level nine could possibly touch the power of the laws.

Wizards who reach level nine in strength are mostly based at the World Root, which is the lowest level of the world. They rarely appear in the Middle Ring, let alone the Upper Ring Continent.

Serena's words sounded more like an exaggerated praise of her ancestors' glory by later generations.

However, it is no longer possible to collect all twelve sets of Life Armor today, and the rumors about the Life Witch and the Power of Law cannot be verified. It is meaningless to dwell on the truth of this matter.

"The power of the Life Armor is firmly bound to the bloodline of the Alba Family. Even if others obtain it, they will not be able to use the weapon."

"But the Alba Family has already lost two pure bloodlines, hasn't it?"

Serena pursed her lips and replied with a firm look in her eyes, "We will get it back, and we will avenge ourselves with blood."

Ronan remained noncommittal, casually glancing at the lush, reed-covered opposite shore of the lake, and said indifferently, "Tell me about your opponents."

Serena seemed somewhat uncomfortable with Ronan's use of the word "opponent," her delicate brows furrowing slightly, but she still replied, "Currently, besides myself, there are five others qualified to compete for the throne. Almost every one of them possesses a set of Life Armor."

"Including the two sets your father retrieved and repaired, there are a total of six sets of Life Armor, and you alone possess two sets."

Ronan couldn't help but chuckle, looking at Serena and saying, "It seems we're not the most disadvantaged one."

Serena shook her head and said softly, "Life Armor means nothing. Once someone truly inherits the throne, they can easily reclaim all the armor based on bloodline..."

"Remember to give me a copy of detailed information about each of your rivals."

Ronan said casually.

Serena's expression clearly brightened, and she quickly replied, "I will prepare it as soon as possible and send it to Your Majesty."

At that moment, on the opposite shore of the lake where the two were standing, a magnificent Unicorn Horse, pure white with wings on its back, slowly strolled out from the dense forest.

Sunlight shone on the Winged Unicorn Horse, casting a rainbow-colored halo around it.

Ronan's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly saw a handsome young knight in full white armor emerge from behind the Winged Unicorn Horse.

The two faced each other across a small lake, and Ronan's eyes flickered slightly beneath his Dawn Mask.

"Adam."

Ronan silently uttered the other person's name in his heart.

In the south, Adam, the genius wizard of the Spiritual Dawn.

He once competed against him in the Helamus Talent Competition tournament.

I never expected to see him here again. Judging from his strength, he has already advanced to the Level Four Dawn Wizard, and he is already at the Mid Level Four.

Serena went to the South to participate in the battle of geniuses with the aim of recruiting the elite geniuses of the Ronan. It seems that she did just that, as Adam of the Spiritual Dawn has already been brought under her command, and there should be other Southern wizards here as well.

Ronan always felt that some wizards in the South were not much worse than the geniuses in the Central, and that barren land often nurtures more tenacious and vibrant flowers.

Compared to the Central Region, the South is lacking only in tradition and resources, but a wizard's ultimate achievement is not determined solely by these two factors.

"I'm a little tired, I'll find a place to rest first."

Ronan withdrew his gaze from Adam, intending to end his conversation with Serena.

"I will take Your Majesty to your residence."

Serena spoke up immediately.

Ronan waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll find a suitable place to stay myself."

Serena paused for a moment, then quickly nodded. "Once Your Majesty has chosen a place to stay, I will have someone go and make the arrangements."

Ronan didn't respond again, and disappeared into the flowers and plants along the lakeside in the blink of an eye.

After Ronan left, Serena walked step by step across the calm lake to the other side, finally stopping in front of the Winged Unicorn Horse and its rider.

"Your Highness the Princess."

Adam gave Serena a standard knightly salute, then turned his gaze to the direction Ronan had left and asked, "Who was that just now?"

"Just looking at him felt like my eyes were being burned."

"One of the most talented, powerful, and prestigious geniuses in the Middle Ring Continent, terrifying..."

Serena took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The future is even more limitless."

Adam's expression turned slightly solemn, then he hesitated, a look of unspoken unease on his face.

Serena noticed the change in Adam's expression and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Perhaps it's just my imagination."

Adam shook his head and whispered, "The Light of the Mind gives me a strange sense of familiarity with this person, as if I've seen him somewhere before."

And it's not just me.

Adam gently stroked the Winged Unicorn Horse beside him and said, "Polly has the same feeling; she's often more perceptive than I am."

"Have we met before? Does it feel familiar?"

Serena frowned and said, "Misha Tirions, even I only recently met the Golden Dawn of the Destiny Empire. You just came from the south not long ago. Where have you seen him before?"

"I don't know either."

Adam shook his head.

Serena didn't dwell on the issue. She glanced at Adam and couldn't help but reach out to gently knead and stroke the thick, snow-white mane of the Winged Unicorn Horse beside him, looking relaxed.

"Speaking of which, why would such a powerful and rare species with the bloodline of an ancient unicorn be named Polly?"

"Isn't this name good?"

Adam looked tenderly at the Unicorn Horse beside him and said softly, "She's a girl."

Ronan moved freely through Serena's palace; no one could stop him, or rather, no one could detect his presence.

He seemed to be searching for something.

He finally found the person he was looking for in front of a house with its roof painted a bright sky blue.

On the rooftop of a house with a sky-blue roof, a girl with short, ear-length hair and round crystal glasses is quietly lost in thought under the sunlight.

She was surrounded by blue, purple, and red flowers, and in front of her stood a drawing board, on which was painted what seemed to be a sketch of the scene before her.

Grace

Ronan once again saw the girl who had guided him onto the path of a formal wizard.

Compared to a few years ago, Grace has lost a lot of weight and seems to appear more lonely and forlorn.

Ronan still keeps the Communication Stone that Grace gave him, but he will never choose to open it again.

It's clear that Serena still treats Grace very well; she seems carefree and never needs to worry about anything.

"If Serena loses in the battle for the throne, Grace, as Serena's close associate, will likely also face retribution."

Ronan thought to himself.

He didn't bother Grace, but instead found a house nearby with a blue roof that he could see at a glance, and casually went inside to make it his temporary lodging.

Ronan spent two days compiling a long list of materials needed for Bennigo's research, rebuilding the Mist Space, repairing the Elemental Pool, and everything else he needed for his own advancement to level five, including the Spirit Shaping Liquid and Spirit Shaping Array. A Ni then passed this list on to Serena.

Serena had no objections and immediately sent over some of the resources, while asking Ronan to give her more time to raise the rest.

Along with the resources, information on the other five heirs of the Life Royal Court, as well as rules regarding the "Holy Grail Proof," and so on, were also sent.

On the fifth day after the Golden Dawn of the Destiny Empire moved into the Glow Mist City and Princess Serena's palace, the Level Five Wizard A Ni, on behalf of Her Majesty the Golden Dawn, announced that the Golden Dawn would be going into seclusion for a period of time.

That same day, at nightfall.

The moonlight, washed clean by the water, streamed through the window and gently spilled onto the fine walnut wood flooring.

Ronan got up from his desk and slowly walked to the window.

Accompanied by faint magical fluctuations, an identical figure separated from him, walked back to the table, sat down, and assumed a meditative posture.

Ronan drifted out of the window like a wisp of smoke, lingered briefly above the house with its beautiful sky-blue roof, and then rose straight up into the night sky above.

Ascending high into the sky above the clouds, beneath the crescent moon, the Ancient Thunder Eagle's figure approached like a dark cloud containing countless thunderbolts.

Ronan sat comfortably on his Golden Throne and then commanded the Ancient Thunder Eagle Eris to fly at full speed in one direction.

After a few hourglasses, the destination was reached, Eris temporarily departed.

Ronan stood alone in the vast, empty wilderness, as if quietly waiting for something.

Time passed second by second, and as the light of Dawn broke through the distant mountains, a thin layer of pale blue morning mist rose over the wilderness.

Itai pulsates slightly between Ronan's fingers.

Ronan looked up and saw a magnificent magical flying machine, covered in runes and shimmering light, resembling a giant bird spreading its wings, rapidly approaching them.

A hint of reminiscence appeared in Ronan's eyes; he remembered that he had once been on this airship.

At that time, he still harbored some dreams, some expectations, and some...

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

Itai surged forth like Torrent, transforming into countless golden doves, singing the Song of Fire Gold.

In an instant, it transformed into a magnificent Golden Flame Blade, hundreds of feet in size.

"Tear—"

As the sun rose, the golden blade, bathed in the endless light of dawn, quietly rose and, amidst a rain of lightning and flames, cleaved through the sky like a golden waterfall, striking the giant bird-like aircraft that tried to turn back but was too late.

"Boom!"

Amidst the dazzling explosion, the giant bird-shaped aircraft, bathed in raging golden flames, crashed to the ground with a mournful cry. From the flames, a young man, pale and handsome, clad in a black robe and wearing a crystal eye patch over one eye, flew out rapidly.

The young man stared intently at Ronan with his one eye, which had only recently recovered. His eyes revealed an intense, venomous, chilling, and resentful light. He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "I have apologized for my words and actions and paid the price."

Why is Your Majesty being so aggressive and determined to make things difficult for me?

Ronan looked at Fomingge, who was filled with resentment, smiled slightly, slowly raised his hand to remove the Dawn Mask from his face, and said softly, "Guess... why? Fomingge."