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"You should know this as well: my lord had always awaited the appearance of someone who could grant him the taste of defeat," Raphael said, her reactions clearly far beyond ordinary.

Azriel hesitated for a moment before nodding.

The fact that the God of War Arteshu longed for the moment of defeat was no secret in Abente Heim. Naturally, she knew about it.

"But in this world, the only ones capable of making my lord feel threatened are the Dragon King Final Dragon and Zihan. If Zihan dies, my lord will probably soon return to that listless state he was in before."

Raphael swiftly wove together reasons for herself.

Having witnessed the God of War's mental changes over the years, Azriel's face showed a trace of concern. Just moments ago, she had seen Arteshu return to his peak, but how long could this good state last?

He would probably enter a period of burnout right after the fight.

"Think about it. Since Zihan possesses the power to make my lord uneasy, there's no reason his descendants wouldn't possess that kind of potential." Raphael spun nonsense without even blinking.

"If that bloodline, which carries the power to threaten my lord, can be passed down, then as the days go by, someone capable of challenging my lord will naturally be born. Isn't that exactly what my lord has always hoped for?"

Azriel, who had always indulged Raphael in every way simply because Raphael was favored and she believed the God of War's divine will resided within her—even lowering her pride to please Raphael—was stunned.

What Raphael said really did seem like something Lord Arteshu would wish to see. It made a lot of sense.

"In order to fulfill my lord's wish, isn't it only natural for me, as his follower, to preserve