Wedding (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Votes)

Wedding

In the Morici Empire, the second emperor to ascend the throne was named Justinian, now known as Emperor Justinian.

He was descended from Jupiter's seventh grandson and was renowned for his wisdom.

With his coronation, relations between the Empire and the Northern Territory abruptly became tense.

It had to be said that conflicts between nobles and commoners, humans and beastmen... all sorts of contradictions had existed for a long time. They had merely been suppressed by Emperor Jupiter's overwhelming military might.

After Jupiter passed away, all those conflicts immediately showed signs of intensifying.

All Scholars were predicting war! A massive war that would soon sweep across the entire continent!

Mage Academy.

Grapevines climbed over wooden trellises, forming a shaded arbor.

Iliya and Tuckerau sat facing each other, with fine gold-rimmed porcelain laid out before them, filled with fragrant black tea.

Because mages needed to keep their minds sharp, they were highly resistant to alcoholic drinks but greatly enjoyed this refreshing, stimulating tea.

"I can't foresee Phil's whereabouts... but in the darkness, I saw hope..."

Tuckerau spoke first. "Iliya, don't worry too much..."

In truth, he did not have much fondness for Phil, who had acted all high and mighty only to get struck by lightning.

Moreover, Tuckerau harbored a trace of concern. The hope in the prophecy was not pure light—it also carried a faint, abyssal aura.

That was death. That was despair!

"Actually, that isn't what I'm worried about... The Empire has already prepared for war. It can equip at least four hundred thousand soldiers, along with countless Hyperstring Warriors and heroes..."

Iliya gracefully lifted her teacup. "I have to admit that our strength is still insufficient. We only have two fourth-rank mages. We have more than enough strength to defend ourselves, but not enough to attack..."