I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

Mien, Phyllis, and the others looked closely, but could not recognize the person's identity.

His tall and slender figure made him look like a man, but his fair and delicate face made him look like a woman.

Her eyes were a cold, sky-blue, yet with a hint of allure.

The helmet was pointed and curved outwards at the front, resembling an eagle, from which a head of golden curly hair swayed.

Like a noble knight in a fairy tale.

Felicity remained vigilant, shielding Mien and Lucia behind her and keeping a close eye on him.

His attack was somewhat restrained, and the mysterious gray-robed woman slid off his longsword and fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

His body was still twitching, so he was deliberately left alive.

He wiped the blood off his sword, stepped aside, ignored the woman on the ground, and looked away from Mien and the others. Instead, he leaned on his sword and gazed westward, quietly waiting for Rachel and Phil to arrive.

The students looked at Mien, who frowned and shook his head.

If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either.

Although the identity and purpose of the visitor were unknown, they seemed uninterested in him.

Let's first see his subsequent conversations with Rachel and others.

But his pupils suddenly contracted as he saw the cloak fluttering behind the newcomer.

The surface is decorated with flowing, holy gold patterns and depictions of faith.

Others might not be able to tell the difference between it and the other imperial guards, because it is a common pattern used by the Cassirer Empire.

However, Mien, who was well-versed in etiquette, recognized that this was reserved for the imperial family.

"This person doesn't seem to belong to Rachel or Phil..."

The sound of hooves rushed in with the magic, and Rachel pulled on the reins, leading the troops to the finish line, with Phil close behind.

As expected, they all stared wide-eyed at the uninvited guest with suspicion, none of whom recognized him.

Upon seeing this, the blond swordsman sheathed his sword, nodded gracefully, and walked up to Rachel, bowing respectfully.

"Your Highness Princess Rachel."

Only then did the crowd realize from his voice that he was a man.

"You are..." Rachel was hesitating when her eyes suddenly lit up as she saw the insignia on the swordsman's shoulder, a design featuring a sword and a dragon intertwined, which was exclusive to royalty.

After ruling out other possibilities, the current situation can only come from one person—Emperor Lyonte!

Rachel immediately composed herself and returned the greeting respectfully.

"Please convey my greetings to my father."

She vaguely felt that she had seen the man in front of her when she was very young, but she couldn't remember clearly.

Upon hearing this, the blond man withdrew his respectful attitude and, like an emperor himself, nodded in acceptance.

Then, without saying another word, he turned around and slowly left.

Phil was completely ignored.

Phil froze on the spot, his pupils trembling.

What does this mean?

An unknown fear suddenly pressed down on his heart.

Emperor Leander has been detached from politics for over a decade, even leaving the empire to them to manage, remaining indifferent and practically a figurehead.

Why did they suddenly send someone here today?!

Why did he treat himself and Rachel differently in public?

Not to mention Phil, even Rachel and Mien could feel their heavy breathing rising and falling with the movement of the swordsman's iron boots on the ground.

All was quiet.

Rachel bit her lip, her eyes almost blazing with fire as she thought rapidly.

This could not possibly have been a chance encounter, otherwise he wouldn't have had to wait for himself and Phil.

There's no need to do anything in public that would embarrass Phil.

This really speaks volumes in public...

But why is that?

The swordsman walked past the mysterious woman lying on the ground, glanced at her, then lightly glanced at Mien, before casting a spell and disappearing like a feather.

Mien saw no emotion in his eyes, like a doll, yet with an arrogant air of looking down on the world.

The surrounding air, which had been as cold as an ice cellar, gradually warmed up as the swordsman left.

Milne, Rachel, and Phil were the most shocked.

They were breathing heavily, but neither of them moved; they simply frowned and sorted through their thoughts.

Mien couldn't fathom Emperor Lyent's thoughts.

If we only look at the scene unfolding before our eyes, it's quite obvious:

He suddenly appeared and sided with Rachel during the power struggle between Rachel and Prince Phoenix.

Instead, he subtly placed his eldest son, Phoenix, in opposition.

But it didn't make many movements, just skimmed by like a dragonfly touching the water.

But soon, this news will spread throughout the empire's upper echelons, and many who are loyal to the empire and the emperor will switch sides...

Although Lyont neglected political affairs, he still wielded considerable influence within the empire.

The Cassirer Empire is far from being in a state of popular discontent; the royalists who advocate "make Cassirer great again" remain the mainstream.

The struggle for succession and treason are worlds apart.

But how could this be? An emperor supporting his fourth daughter to seize the throne from the prince?

And he himself was hiding behind the scenes.

Why not just walk out?

Mien racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

However, he was very clear about one thing: Emperor Lyont was definitely not the debauched and mentally challenged man he imagined...

However, amidst the unpredictable events, Mien also felt a hidden sense of relief:

Judging from the blond swordsman's actions, Ryan's gaze was not focused on him.

He simply saw himself as a government official dealing with a mysterious invasion.

Even his actions just now subtly placed himself and the Academy of Scholars in Rachel's camp.

They became pawns in the manipulation of their two forces.

Given the current situation, Mien is more than happy to be a pawn.

Becoming a chess player without the necessary skills is a real disaster.

After the turmoil in Valgon, Mien became even more convinced of one thing: he and the Academy of Scholars must spare no effort to accumulate strength...

Because of the old emperor's "favor," Rachel naturally calmed down before Phil.

With a deft flick of her cloak, she rode slowly to the front of Mien and the others, where a woman lay convulsing in a pool of blood.

Phil snapped out of his daze and, unwilling to be outdone, gritted his teeth and caught up.

Mien asked respectfully:

"My lords, this is an assassin who suddenly attacked us. We don't know her origins or motives. What do you think we should do?"

"Why are you asking us what we're doing?"

Rachel's lips curled into a smug smile; she naturally gleaned the deeper meaning from the blond swordsman's actions:

The old emperor not only supported him, but also brought Mien into his camp.

What the Emperor is thinking can be deduced later, but for now, she certainly won't refuse the Emperor's sacred gift.

"It seems this woman is connected to this esoteric sect. Of course, she should be handed over to the Academy of Scholars and Lord Mien. I won't interfere."

Having said that, she glanced at him playfully and asked, "And you, Bishop Phil?"

Phil's expression remained gloomy, a sense of crisis flashing in his eyes with anger as he coldly replied:

"Of course that's how it should be, and our Holy See will not interfere."

After hearing this, Rachel smiled brightly, looked at Mien, her eyes filled with affection, as if conveying some unspoken meaning.

Mien did not respond, but solemnly replied, "Then I will follow your arrangements."

Even with the emperor's signal, he did not ignore Bishop Phil and maintained proper etiquette, bowing to the two men.

He made it clear that he was just a pawn, not a player.

Phil's gloom lessened slightly, but tears still welled up in his eyes.

The image of Lyont, like a vulture, lingered in his mind, impossible to dispel.