The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"By the way, is it really okay for us to buy clothes like this?" Vivian looked at Alice beside her. "Didn't our mother say that the Pushit family donated half the city's renovation costs?"

　"Just half a seat." Ellie didn't care at all.

　Hmm... I underestimated the financial strength of the Puxit family...

　"Don't feel guilty. How long has it been since we ordered new clothes?" Alice blinked. "For the past six months, you've been taking care of household affairs and volunteering with me. Now that hunger has been eradicated in the North City, you've become more aware and are no longer willing to spend money?"

　"I just don't want to keep spending your money," Vivian said sullenly. "I'm the emperor... Even if I'm only an emperor through a family line, I'm still the emperor. It's like I'm just a gigolo..."

　"Just eat!" Alice chuckled. "Take a quick look. Whose letter is it?"

　Vivian then remembered that she was still holding a letter in her hand, and hurriedly opened it and read it.

　"It's nothing serious," she said.

　"Whose letter is it?"

　"Xiaomo's, invite us to have dinner over tonight."

　"Isn't this a big deal?" Alice tilted her head.

　"!!!"

　Vivian suddenly came back to her senses, her eyes flashing with icy blue.

　"Oh, that's right... I haven't eaten Xiaomo's cooking for a long time...!" Evil Dragon whispered, and the costume designer next to him shuddered in fear.

　"It seems you can't be reserved at all.

　..” Alice smiled faintly.

　"Alice! Let's go buy a leg of lamb! No, let's buy a whole lamb! I want Xiaomo to roast a whole lamb for us! No, one lamb is not enough... two lambs!"

　"Vivian~"

　"Pack up your skirt! Let's go now, let's—"

　"Mom~"

　The door of the clothing store was pushed open, and in the bright sunshine, Erlum walked in with little Faye.

　Xiaolong was wearing Nefera Beta's school uniform, looking adorable, and was winking at Vivian and Alice.

　"Hey, Faye's out of school~"

　Vivian immediately put away her evil dragon face, caught the little dragon that pounced on her, picked her up and rubbed her head.

　"Baby, did school start well today?"

　"Smoothly... I told them I was the emperor's daughter, and they were all afraid of me..."

　"...You can't do that. You need to get along well with your classmates."

　"Well...Senior Nobo explained it to them..."

　""

　"Miss Alice, does the skirt fit?" the tailor asked Alice, who looked dazed.

　"Huh? Hmm...it fits."

　Alice smiled gently at the tailor, then turned to look at Vivian and Faye.

　She looked at them in the sunlight, and time seemed to stand still.

　A frozen oil painting.

　"...Okay, we have something delicious tonight. Do you want some roasted lamb?"

　"I want to eat!" Little Faye cheered.

　"Alice, look! Little Faye wants to eat too!" Vivian turned around. "Let's go now... Eh? What's going on?"

　"fine."

　Alice blinked, the corners of her mouth curling slightly.

　"Change your clothes, ladies."

　"Zizi!"

　"Click."

　"Good, it can output."

　Lucius took off his eye mask and looked at the motor in front of him, thinking.

　"But the power is not enough?" Miriam yawned in a chair beside her.

　"Well, it needs improvement."

　Lucius took off his gloves and looked at the generator in front of him, pondering its structure.

　During the battle of Mortiheim, Lucius realized something:

　The steam alchemy machine has its limitations after all. In the situation in the Northern Territory where most of the strings are frozen, the steam alchemy machine is just a pile of scrap metal.

　The power of strings is very strong, but if it only relies on steam alchemy machines, it will be difficult to popularize it among ordinary people.

　What's more, this machine is highly dependent on the whale oil produced by the storm narwhals. Today, the narwhal group is an ally of the Academy. It is obviously not allowed to continue to exploit and slaughter these intelligent creatures.

　So, after returning to the Citadel, Lucius began to ponder some of the conjectures he had previously abandoned.

　Inspired by the power of the thunder string controlled by the Storm Narwhal, he eventually reproduced the natural force called "electricity" through natural means instead of relying on strings!

　There is still a lack of practice, and it can basically be said that it is still in the theoretical stage.

　""

　While Lucius was lost in thought, a letter fell on the table with an explosion and a red feather fell from it.

　He calmly took the letter, opened it, and glanced at it:

　"Xiaomo said she's going to dinner tonight," Lucius said, "Milliam, do you have any of those little cakes you made left?"

　"Of course I do. After Miss Carly taught me, she left me a lot of raw materials. If you hadn't let me participate in the research and development of the motor, I wouldn't have been able to finish all the cakes I made."

　"Sorry, I didn't mean to bore you," Lucius said with some embarrassment, "This is new technology after all. I'm just afraid that it will be the same as before. I..."

　"It's okay, Dad."

　Miriam stood up with a smile, hugged Lucius from behind, and rested her head on his shoulder.

　"Does the injury still hurt?" she asked in a low voice.

　"A little bit." Lucius smiled bitterly.

　"It hurts! You're always so stubborn as to act heroically and do evil things!"

　Miriam tapped Lucius' forehead, then stood up and walked towards the cold storage room in the corner of the workshop.

　"Hurry up and pack up! At least put on your dress, okay?"

　"It's not like we're going to a dance..." Lucius shook his head helplessly.

　Watching his daughter's back disappear out the door, he smiled with relief.

　A gust of wind blew in from the window, and the bright sunshine carried a faint fragrance of flowers, making Lucius a little dazed.

　"I haven't seen the sun for a long time." He murmured softly.

　"Oh!"

　"Wow!"

　On the street, Bianca was startled by the sudden explosion and jumped back, shrinking into Alya's arms.

　Alya gently hugged Bianca, and at the same time stretched out her hand, pinching the letter between her index and middle fingers.

　"Are you okay?" Aaliyah asked with concern.

　"No...it's okay..." Bianca patted her skirt, "I was...scared to death!"

　"That's right, it's too scary for the elves." Alia sighed.

　"Little Alya clearly wasn't scared..." Bianca muttered.

　"Hehehe...I'm a lot braver now!"

　Alia chuckled as she opened the envelope and scanned the letter.

　"Miss Saint invited us to dinner tonight..." Alia's face was filled with a happy smile, "It's been a long time since I had a meal cooked by Miss Saint."

　"It's been ages since you and I went shopping together..." Bianca puffed out her cheeks. "Aliya is always busy with her studies!"

　"Sorry

　Ah..." Alia said apologetically, "I am here to accompany you... I am really busy..."

　Seeing that Alya looked like she was easy to bully, Bianca chuckled and moved closer to rub her cheek.

　"I'm just kidding! If you're really angry, who will bring you food every day?"

　"Bianca's cooking is also delicious, no worse than Miss Saint's." Alia said quickly.

　"Hmph~ I'm easy to please, so I won't bother with you."

　Bianca tapped Alya's nose lightly, then took her hand and walked forward.

　The sunlight blurred Alia's vision. Looking at the golden Bianca, she recalled the days of her escape. At that time, she also met Bianca in such golden light.

　Aaliyah hesitated to speak, she closed her eyes, and finally forced a faint smile.

　Dad... Mom... I stopped the end of the world...

　I'm doing well now...I have people I love very much...I have many friends.

　You...don't worry about me...

　Epilogue) Stars (Part 2) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Cala Dorans Mountains.

　Aurora squatted down in front of a small tree and gently swept away the snow.

　This small seedling left behind during the evil god's arrival gradually grew up despite the spiritual power snowstorm that was unbearable for ordinary beings.

　Now, with the disappearance of the skull of the old god, the cold wave has dissipated and the temperature of the entire Mortiheim is gradually decreasing.

　In another six months, snow will probably only be seen in winter.

　"You've hit the jackpot," Aurora said to the tree. "If it were before, you wouldn't have grown up, you know? You should be grateful."

　""

　Perlis stood not far away, looking at her sister with a calm gaze.

　Watching the little guy chatting with a small tree with gusto, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

　"She's cute, isn't she?"

　Perlis turned around and saw the poet Ada standing beside her.

　"So elusive." Perlis muttered.

　"We can get rid of the ghost," the poet said with a faint smile. "To be honest, I didn't expect the String Painters to cause such a big commotion. The spectacle of tens of thousands of stars exploding was the first time that the emotionally stable Hafjargads skipped work and went out to watch."

　"The Shepherd's String Hypothesis..." Perlis murmured softly, "Doesn't it originate from the string of fate you once played?"

　"Alas, this world's String of Fate already has an owner. Let's just use its scientific name."

　The poet Ada opened her notebook and showed Perlis the words on it:

　Story strings.

　"The Star-Shepherding String Hypothesis is a replica of it. Surprisingly, I have to admit that the Painter of the Strings was very successful. His power has reached the cosmic level for the first time, which is the upper limit of the unspeakable."

　"Then what are you? Something that can speak?" Perlis complained.

　"You tell me this every day, so of course I can say it."

　The poet Ada smiled friendly at Perlis, then turned to look at Aurora who was chatting with the little tree in the distance.

　"Have you made up your mind?"

　"Yes," Perlis nodded slightly, "I will kill Him."

　The string painter.