Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 155 We Feel More Like Cult Members

Although she was very satisfied with the current situation, she was still resentful about Ron's departure without saying goodbye.

Especially when everyone was grieving his death, he pretended to be dead without uttering a sound.

Keltia stared intently at Ron, demanding an explanation.

Ron turned his back to Kertia guiltily, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Explanation?

You should understand this without me having to explain it, right?
Given my situation at the time, surrounded by powerful enemies, if I didn't play dead, how could I expect a level 65 nobody like you to protect me?
If I hadn't pretended to be dead, would I still be alive and well now?

Don't say that the Kingdom of Orantia can withstand external pressure.

Putting aside whether the Kingdom of Orantia will betray us after we've served our purpose, even if it can withstand the attacks from the Emerald Kingdom and the Kingdom of Diam, can it withstand the underhanded tactics of the Bruveman Empire and the Demon Clan?
We can't take it!
Both of these major powers are rivals of the three major papal courts.

In that situation, only the three major papal courts could save him.

But will the three major Vatican councils protect him?
Judging from the attitude of the three major churches, it is estimated that the day after the demons were expelled, they would recall all their own people and leave them to fend for themselves.

Given his strength at the time, he simply couldn't withstand the assassination attempts of top-tier figures.

Even that succubus cadre from the demon race could be killed silently by him.

Staying in the Kingdom of Orantia would only lead to his death.

Even if he survived the assassination attempt and left Orantia, he would have no chance of restoring his kingdom under the close watch of various forces.

He will still die once the one-month grace period is over.

The only solution is to "die" early, avoid the limelight for a while, and then develop again.

He didn't believe that Kertia, with her fairly sharp mind, wouldn't have thought of this.

Kertia is probably asking this because she wants his opinion.

An attitude of yielding.

It's like coaxing an angry girlfriend. She knows you're not at fault, but she just wants you to back down.

If it were a normal Kertia, Ron might not even bother with her.

But now... Ron glanced guiltily back at Keltia, whose mood was unpredictable.

I have to coax her!

"I'm very sorry."

Ron tilted his head back slightly, an apologetic look and a self-deprecating smile on his face, as he reached out to catch the snowflakes that were slowly falling from the sky.

After a moment of composure, he said in a slightly bewildered tone, "I never thought I would survive."

This statement corresponds to his entrusting the marriage contract to Kertia to be passed on to Glovi.

Kertia's pupils contracted slightly.

really……

When he planned to enter the Eternal Illusion, he never thought he would come back alive.

“But luckily,” Ron turned to look at Kertia and smiled slightly, “I survived in the Eternal Illusion.”

Seeing the fake smile on Ron's face, Kertia felt a pang of pain in her heart.

He didn't seem to feel any joy at being "lucky" to survive.

“I’m sorry, because I hadn’t figured out what I wanted to do after I survived, so I selfishly chose to run away.” A hint of weariness appeared in Ron’s eyes: “At that time, I just wanted to find a place where no one knew me, live an anonymous life, and live out my days in peace.”

Upon hearing this, how could Kertia possibly feel any dissatisfaction?
She remembered that Ron had come to Kassel to break away from his past and start a new, ordinary life.

But in the end, in order to expose the demons' conspiracy and save Orantia, he chose to reveal his identity.

Given the rare opportunity to sever ties with the past once again, his decision to leave without saying goodbye is understandable.

"What got you involved this time?" she asked.

She was curious as to why Ron, who had chosen to live in anonymity, would appear in the Kingdom of God.

Those chosen cannot enter the Kingdom of God unless they do so voluntarily.

“I wasn’t dragged into this.” Ron smiled helplessly.

"What do you mean?" Keltia asked, puzzled.

“This time, the divine kingdom was opened specifically for me,” Ron said.

"Aimed at you?"

“Yes, the gods believed that my existence was hindering the War of the Gods, so before the third War of the Gods had even ended, they arbitrarily changed the rules and forcibly dragged me into the Gods so that the people of the three major churches could kill me,” Ron said with a wry smile.

"No wonder..."

Kertia murmured softly.

She now finally understood why people from the three major papal courts were present in the Kingdom of God.

She had no doubts about what Ron said.

After all, the Holy Maiden of the Holy Grace Church had just tried to kill Ron.

“In that case, you should stay by my side even more.” Keltia’s expression turned arrogant: “With me here, no one can kill you!”

You probably don't realize that you were also sent in to kill me, do you?
Ron thought to himself, but outwardly remained calm as he replied, "Thank you for your kindness, Lady Kertia. It is indeed much safer to be by your side, but this way we will never be able to defeat the Empire's [Heroes]."

"why?"

“Because the Empire’s heroes share the same thoughts as you,” Ron said. “And you don’t have as many chips as he does.”

“I’m curious, where do you get your intelligence from?” Keltia stared intently into Ron’s eyes.

“Let’s go inside and talk,” Ron said with a slight smile, stepping forward to open the door.

Keltia remained silent for a moment, then slowly folded her wings back, her small, delicate feet touching the ground as she walked past Ron and entered the house.

……

hum-

In Gem Bay, the towering pillar of light that had enveloped Cecilia suddenly exploded, and a deafening roar echoed throughout the entire harbor.

At the bow of the ship, Cecilia swayed and knelt on one knee, her face pale, her eyes bloodshot, and she was spitting out a lot of blood.

She was severely injured in a forced battle with the fallen angel.

If she hadn't switched back to her original form at the last second, she would have perished in Wengen Town.

Did it fail again?

Ahead, Aetherel, who was fighting the Archbishop of the Order of the End, noticed Cecilia's true form switch back and let out a long sigh.

Without much hesitation, he immediately abandoned the battle in which he had the upper hand, shook off his opponent, and returned to Cecilia's side.

"withdraw!"

He ordered a retreat.

Cecilia failed to kill Ron, so there's no point in him staying any longer.

"Are you OK?"

As the fleet successfully withdrew, Aetherel looked at Cecilia, whose breathing was disordered, and asked.

"Hmm, I'm alright." Cecilia looked up, her face pale.

The divine record in her hand emitted golden light, healing her injuries.

“You don’t need to fight that fallen angel alone.” There was no concern for his teammates in Aetherel’s eyes, only the need to correct his mistakes.

He believed Cecilia's actions were irrational. He argued that Cecilia should have returned immediately after the Fallen Angel arrived and joined him in taking over Gem Bay.

Instead of knowingly doing something impossible and returning with a severely injured body.

“I’m sorry,” Cecilia slowly stood up, looking at Aetherel with an apologetic expression, and said, “Because I promised His Majesty that I would only attack him this once, I want to do my best.”

Ok?
Upon hearing this, Aetherel's gaze towards Cecilia shifted from indifference to disgust.

Not only did the mission fail because of the incompetent teammate's underestimation of the enemy, but he also dragged himself down with him?

It’s simply unreasonable!
“Please don’t be angry, Lady Aetheril,” Cecilia said somewhat embarrassedly. “I didn’t mean to protect him, nor did I show any mercy. I thought that by going all out, I could kill him in one go, which is why I made that promise, but…”

She paused, a look of helplessness and surprise in her eyes, and said, "That His Majesty is truly an incredible person."

Despite being only a seventh-tier body, he was able to use forbidden incantations several times in a row.

Moreover, he was unharmed despite being hit by two dragon breaths.

Who could have imagined something like this?

“I warned you not to talk to him, and not to underestimate him.” Aetherel stared at Cecilia expressionlessly.

“This was my dereliction of duty,” Cecilia could not refute.

"What's the point of saying this now?"

Aetheria gave Cecilia a cold glance before turning and leaving.

“Although I can no longer attack him, I can help you keep Keltia occupied,” Cecilia said, following behind Aetheril.

This can also be seen as a statement of one's future stance.

Aetherel ignored him.

"What should we do next? Should we continue trying to kill His Majesty? Or should we first capture the port and support Grand Duke Michael?" Cecilia asked herself.

“Nothing needs to be done,” Aetherel said emotionlessly.

"...Is Lady Aetherel angry with me?"

"No."

"That……"

"What kind of person do you think His Majesty is?" Aetherel stopped and asked Cecilia.

Cecilia thought about it carefully and replied, "He is a good person."

"Do you think he would just stand by and do nothing about the hundreds of thousands of survivors in Misian State?" Atherel asked, his tone becoming impatient.

That was an impatience born of disgust for stupidity.

Cecilia even went to Misian State to observe for a few days. Was she completely blind to what Ron was doing in Misian State?
After Aetherel's reminder, Cecilia suddenly realized: "You want His Majesty to protect the survivors of the Mithian State?"

The dragon girl's eyes brightened.

This strategy... is absolutely feasible!
Given His Majesty's relationship with Kertia, saving hundreds of thousands of people shouldn't be a big problem.

As for whether His Majesty would protect the survivors of Mississippi, she didn't consider it at all.

Because she had personally witnessed what His Majesty had done in Misian State. Even when he was in a predicament targeted by the gods, His Majesty still adhered to his original intention—to extend a helping hand to everyone in need.

"By having His Majesty protect the survivors of Misian Prefecture, we can temporarily halt our offensive on Gem Bay, gather faith power, raise our strength to the ninth rank, and then..."

"Do not."

Aetherel interrupted Cecilia's idealistic plan: "The offensive on Gem Bay cannot stop."

"why?"

"Only if we keep Kertia occupied will the others have a chance to kill His Majesty."

"What... do you plan to do?" Cecilia asked, puzzled.

“Based on my understanding of him, he will definitely stay in the three counties of Misian for a while after taking over. I will inform the Grand Duke of Misian and find an opportunity to kill him,” Aetherel said with his goal clear.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Cecilia's smile froze.

Asking people to kill their own savior... doesn't it make us seem more like cult members?

"Isn't this a bit too hasty?" she said, frowning. "We can't enter Misian State yet. If we let them kill His Majesty, what chance do they have of surviving?"

“Once we confirm his death, I will keep Keltia occupied. You just need to take reinforcements to support Grand Duke Mistia.” Aetherel’s tone was filled with a determination to die for his cause.

"Why are you doing this? After we kill Kertia, then..."

“Cecilia, I told you, don’t underestimate your enemy!” Aetherel said coldly.

Cecilia had already learned her lesson from that emperor once, yet she showed absolutely no warning.

In just over two months, he went from an ordinary person who wasn't even at the first rank to someone who could kill a sixth-rank martial artist... Aiserel was well aware of how terrifying this emperor was.

Based on the various actions of the Kingdom of Lach after its fall, he observed a pattern.

That is, every time His Majesty restores his kingdom, he pays special attention to the common people whom he previously paid no attention to.

Did the loss of his country cause a change in his personality?

Aetherel was unsure, but he sensed that His Majesty possessed the power of a "hero," able to increase his strength by accumulating the people's prestige.

No, improvement is not just about strength, but also about the unknown aspects of it.

What's most terrifying is its wisdom in manipulating people's hearts.

In short, in his mind, Ron was a greater danger than Kertia.

He won't give Ron much time to plan.

Cecilia could only sigh helplessly when she saw that Aetherias was determined to do so.

……

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

In a warm house in Wengen Town, Kertia listened to Ron's plan, narrowed her eyes slightly, and confirmed it.

"Does Lady Kertia feel there's something amiss?" Ron stood behind her, gently rubbing her shoulder.

Keltia glanced back at Ron.

She certainly thought the plan was perfect, even flawless.

only……

“This isn’t like you,” she said.

“Really? I don’t even know what kind of person I am,” Ron laughed.

“Since you’ve made up your mind, I’ll grant your request and spare the people of those three counties,” Kertia agreed.

"Thank you, Lady Kertia," Ron said gratefully, increasing the pressure of his massage.

"Um…"

Keltia let out a comfortable groan: "However, Aetherel may have connections with the people of those three counties. Even if you and I separate, going back like this might not be able to hide the relationship between us."

“I understand,” Ron nodded.

The Church of Truth is a bunch of extreme lunatics, and based on his understanding of Aetheril, this guy would definitely have Grand Duke Michael killed him.

“Why don’t I go and take care of the people in those three counties, and then you can go and take over?” A ruthless glint appeared in Kertia’s eyes.

"Lady Keltia need not worry about this. You only need to keep an eye on Aetherel for me, and I will handle everything else."

(End of this chapter)