You Were Given a Chance, but You Were Useless

Although Isabel won't be needed at all in this operation, as the landing point of the portal, Isabel still needs to know the details of the operation.

When Meg went to see Iver in the afternoon, she took Yanis's magic painting with her.

To ensure Lily's safety, Lily had already been teleported to the Silver and Tin Palace via the magic painting back then. Otherwise, the Bone Carver might have killed Lily before killing Iver.

It was from that moment that Meg realized... something bad was definitely going to happen tonight.

It was precisely because Yanis must have already known that she made the arrangements in advance.

Unlike her outward appearance, Meg's mind was rational and composed. She simply didn't reveal her inner thoughts.

Therefore, although Iver told him about the method of changing to the lost profession of "Moulting Warlock" and various taboos, he also explained in detail the ritual called "Moulting Ritual".

But she still didn't immediately change jobs. It was because she wasn't sure what she would become after the change, and tonight she had to ensure that enemy was killed.

As for curses, spies, and the Noble Red, those can be put aside for now.

Meg has confirmed through her own means that Iver did not lie or omit anything.

Meg didn't want to force the promotion. She knew she was almost certain to fail this time.

But she really had no other choice.

Even dying in the Dream Realm, with one's soul shattered, is still better than slowly dying of old age in bed... that kind of posture is far too ugly.

And given her age, her years of experience studying the occult allowed her to confirm the ritual was entirely feasible after hearing it only once.

She can even improve the ritual based on her own experience—and she is confident that she can successfully complete the "molting" in just one ritual.

In other words, it involves signing a contract with the Ring Angel, gaining the possibility of molting, and then borrowing the power of the Butterfly Angel through a ritual. The process of signing the contract with the Celestial Lord is safe, and the reward for borrowing power from the Butterfly Angel is paid by the Ring Angel.

After completing the preceding preparations, the only thing that truly needs to be taken seriously is the Moulting Ritual itself.

Just as an insect transforms into a cocoon and metamorphoses into a butterfly, one must shed the old body and acquire a more powerful one. There are only two things to pay attention to: first, the determination to surpass one's past self; and second, the ability to endure intense pain.

To be honest, Meg had already completed the "Moulting Ritual" long ago.

She just didn't know about the ceremony at the time.

Meg's husband was a powerful adventurer. He was a free-spirited swordsman from a foreign land, nearly twenty years older than Meg at the time, and had already traveled to eight countries. Meg was only twenty-five when they married... She had traveled with him three years earlier, at the age of twenty-two, right after graduating from the Royal Law University, and had gradually grown up alongside him.

Their wedding wasn't the kind of wedding that usually involves blessings from family and friends—it was a ceremony held before challenging the dragon. The wedding took place in an adventurer's camp in the wild, and only their teammates attended.

The reason is simple—the adventurer's journey is about challenging dragons. And with the dragon so close at hand, if he lets this opportunity slip by, he doesn't know if there will be another chance.

He was prepared to die, but he didn't want to die without being married. So in the end, he married Meg, who was in love with him... It was more like a joke than a formal wedding.

She never even wore a wedding dress, and the priest who blessed them was an unlicensed priest in the adventure party.

But for Meg, there is no doubt that she is already married.

When she finally learned from the only surviving bandit Path of Adaptation her husband had not returned while she was waiting at the camp, she made up her mind that one day she would avenge him.

For twenty years, she never forgot the old grudge and used every means to enhance her power.

Twenty years later, she was the same age as her former husband. And she encountered the dragon again.

This time, she personally killed the dragon and bathed in its blood—a wish her husband had once had.

He is a demon who Path of Transcendence. If he can successfully bathe in dragon blood, he can gain enough power from this transcendent act, and may even obtain the blood of the dragon race.

However, as Meg was on the Path of Authority at the time, her body was unable to absorb dragon blood. The ritual only brought her immense pain, causing her flesh and bones to dissolve, but it did not bring her any benefit.

As she lay dying, the Silver Crowned Dragon himself descended to bestow his blessing.

"The brave will be rewarded, the loyal will be honored, and the strong will be stronger than others."

The rumbling voice of the Silver Crowned Dragon echoed in her heart. The Pillar God had granted her Law Decree Spell stronger than that of ordinary people.

She named this unique power the Dragon Blood Law Decree to commemorate her motivation for obtaining the decree.

If only she had known about the Moulting Ritual back then...

Meg, standing before the shattered statue, shook her head slightly, dispelling the distracting thoughts that had arisen in her mind.

There are no "what ifs." If she had correctly benefited from the ritual back then, she wouldn't have needed to be compensated by the Silver Crowned Dragon. At that time, she wouldn't have had such a strong desire to surpass others, and perhaps she wouldn't have been able to gain the approval of the Ring Angel.

"Ms. Meg ...this time the enemy should indeed have been defeated."

The Grand Guardian breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What do we do next?"

Meg pulled herself out of her past memories and laughed heartily, "What else can we do? Quickly write this down—say that Master Lars Graham from the Iris was actually an assassin who was caught red-handed by me while attempting to assassinate an important figure!"

"Then he tried to retaliate, intending to destroy the entire Glass Island at the cost of his life. I countered his spell and then chopped him into mincemeat with a few blows! The evidence is all prepared, and Master Agnes is the witness... Next, we need to write to the Theocracy and have them condemn the Iris People."

"... Is everything alright?"

The Grand Guardian with some concern, "Is everything being entrusted to you? Aren't you going to... get promoted?"

If you provoke the Iris to become hostile, the success rate will only be lower.

"Snort."

Meg just sneered, "Sherlock and Iver, don't those two kids like to fake their deaths? It's a tradition in Avalon... After all, Lancelot I also faked his death, strictly speaking."

"Since they're so eager for me to die, I'll fake my death too."

Perhaps when tonight passes and the sun rises, "Meg" will no longer exist.

Thinking about this, another idea popped into Meg's mind.

Perhaps dying together with Lars Graham would be a fitting end for Meg...

On the other side, Lily and Isabel, dressed, were gathered around Iver's bed.

Strictly speaking, this is actually Isabel's bed. It's just that Yanis teleported Iver here.

Her teleportation was perfectly smooth, without any fluctuations. Even Iver didn't realize he had been teleported so silently; his sleep wasn't even disturbed.

Because Meg said that almost everyone was there this time. He didn't have to worry about anything and could just sleep peacefully.

If he were to say this to someone else, he might become so nervous that he wouldn't be able to sleep.

However, Iver chose to completely trust Meg.

Needless to say, this painting foreshadows Yanis's involvement.

—If you can't even trust Meg and Yanis in Avalon, then there's no one else you can trust.

The Grand Guardian, Yanis, and Meg are all still alive... Even in a future war of annihilation, Avalon wouldn't be able to muster that many high-end fighters. At that time, Avalon would only have two left at most.

One was Grand Adjudicator Iver was not familiar with, and the other was an old man who had served as Grand Justice before Queen Sophia ascended the throne.

Then what do I have to be afraid of?

Let alone the Noble Red, even if the "Rosy Cross" Society came, they would definitely be able to protect themselves—if they could be woken up, it would mean that the Rose Cross was either weak or underestimated them.

So, although Iver didn't know who had attacked him that night, he slept soundly.

This was the first time Isabel had ever seen a man of the opposite sex while he was sleeping. It was also the first time she had ever seen Iver with such a serene and unguarded expression.

She quietly moved closer to Iver, wanting to reach out and touch his face.

But her heart was beating so fast—thump-thump-thump—that she felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

She turned around nervously and grabbed Lily's hand, while also wiping the sweat from her hands.

Lily moved her lips slightly: Should I go and wake the young master? —No! Isabel shook her head vigorously.

Such a fun and rare opportunity, if you miss it, you might not get another chance! She hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out and quietly touched Iver's face.

... Huh?

Isabel was somewhat surprised that Iver hadn't woken up.

The last time she watched Iver nap, she noticed Iver was sleeping very lightly. Iver woke up as soon as she and Lily approached. If it weren't for his even breathing, it would have seemed as if he hadn't slept at all.

But now, Iver is sleeping so soundly, which is rare for him...

So Isabel carefully sat down on the edge of the bed.

After making this gesture, she waited a while.

Seeing that Iver did not wake up from the slight shaking of the bed, he quietly placed his hand on the other side of Iver's body.

She slowly leaned down, wanting to lean in and kiss Iver's forehead.

But just as she lowered her head, she suddenly realized that her long hair was falling down naturally under the influence of gravity and brushing against Iver's face.

Iver reflexively frowned slightly, startling Isabel.

Her body immediately leaned back, causing the bed to shake noticeably. This time, Iver was truly awake.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Isabel sitting on the edge of the bed with her cheeks flushed. Still a little dazed, Iver was stunned for a while.

Oh, I'm still not fully awake. I'll go back to sleep.

The thought crossed his mind, and he turned over and closed his eyes again.

Iver clutched Isabel's blanket tightly to his chest, curling up into a ball on his side. Isabel stood up somewhat flustered, moved closer to Lily, and the two retreated quite a distance.

"Is he awake? He just opened his eyes?" "No, that's how the young master sleeps. He's actually sleeping quite soundly today; usually, he'd wake up as soon as you sit down..."

The two whispered to each other.

In the painting behind them, there is an additional figure, Yanis, who is shaking her head and sighing slightly.

I gave you a chance, but you didn't do it...

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