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"In the Granville Empire, there aren't many formalities, and there's no need to choose an auspicious date."

"Since both parties agree to this marriage and have no objections... then your wedding with Hiltina will be held in the imperial capital in three weeks."

"This will be the most grand wedding in the entire Western Continent—"

"Similarly, this will also be the day when Hiltina will first appear before the world as the 'Imperial Princess,' 'Heir to the Holy Sword,' and 'Future Empress.'"

The conversation between Rast and Aaron ended quickly, and both sides could be said to have had a great time.

It was not until Last left that Aaron slowly withdrew his gaze from the door.

He just stared at the family photo on the table for a long time without saying a word.

The entire mansion was silent, with only the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace.

After an unknown amount of time, a burst of hurried footsteps approaching from afar broke the silence in Hailan Mansion.

The door of the mansion was thrown open suddenly, and the cold wind of early spring blew in from outside, dispelling the warmth emanating from the fireplace.

A girl with long chestnut hair stood at the door of the mansion.

Hiltina looked at the extremely familiar decorations and furnishings of the Hailan Mansion, and then saw the family photo on the table.

Finally, her gaze fell on Aaron, her beautiful light brown eyes filled with a complicated expression.

"Father."

"I heard from the maid at the mansion that Luster has come to see you, right?"

"As expected, you only come back to see me when it involves him...Hiltina."

Aaron's calm voice was devoid of emotion. "Yes, I've already talked to him."

"Last should be on the special train back to Star University now."

"So..." Hiltina pursed her lips: "What's the result?"

"Hiltina, you know Rast better than I do... You should understand that this so-called engagement is just a symbol to him. He isn't bound or restricted by it in the slightest."

"A proposal that has nothing but advantages for him and no disadvantages—he himself would naturally not object."

"Your wedding will be held in the imperial capital in three weeks."

Aaron slowly stood up and looked down at his own daughter.

"So, Hiltina—"

"Have you prepared yourself?"

"Marry Luster, and then inherit the Holy Sword..."

"Become my heir and the future empress of the empire—"

"The awareness of shouldering the fate of tens of millions of people in the entire Granville Empire."

Hiltina pursed her lips slightly, her chestnut hair hanging down slightly, making it difficult to see her expression.

Seeing this, Aaron's calm voice sounded again.

"Yesterday, I met a 'gravekeeper.'"

"If my perception is correct, it should be a quasi-angel."

"A quasi-angel... a gravekeeper?"

Hearing these two nouns that concerned her, Xiltina couldn't help but raise her head.

"Yes, a quasi-angel."

"As early as the legendary time, the mark of his fate was forever engraved on the 'Eternal Night Stele'."

"Thus, even though He has now transcended the realm of legend, His fate is still limited by that holy relic tablet. He cannot, like a true angel, traverse the long river of history and exist simultaneously in every moment of time, never again experiencing weakness."

"But, other than that, in terms of strength and power, He is already almost the same as a true angel."

"That gravekeeper quasi-angel told me that he went to the imperial capital this time just for one person—"

Aaron's voice paused slightly.

"That's the gravekeeper's nemesis, a human boy named Rust."

"The Gravekeepers have inherited the legacy of the 'Fool's Library' for countless generations, and now it resides in that young man... The two sides have a blood feud that stretches back eons, an irreconcilable sea of ​​blood. He calls him the 'despicable Fire Thief.'"

"And right now, that human boy is within the empire... If the Granville Empire is willing to hand that human boy over to the gravekeeper, not only will they gain the friendship of an ancient secret organization, but they'll also be willing to exchange him for a genuine holy relic."

"I replied that this matter was of great importance. Furthermore, it would take time to capture a high-level transcendent who disregarded prophecy and divination within the empire."

"I will give Him a clear answer in a month."

"Father!"

Hiltina looked at Aaron fiercely. "You're not... planning to hand Luster over to the Gravekeeper, are you?"

"of course not."

Aaron shook his head, his expression unchanged. "Even if you ignore the feelings of my two daughters towards him...Last is not affiliated with the Granville Empire now, but a member of the Starry University."

"If I dare to exchange Rust for the holy relic today... then tomorrow that ferret and the old principal will tear down the entire imperial capital."

"Yesterday, I had a brief fight with that quasi-angel."

"After witnessing the power of the Holy Sword, the gravekeepers will certainly not dare to act rashly, at least within the one-month period I promised."

"but--"

He looked down at his daughter. "What about in a month?"

"It's a blood feud that's lasted for eons, a battle of ideologies between the shore keepers and the grave keepers. It's a true fight to the death."

"Even if I choose to reject that quasi-angel a month later, He will definitely not give up... He will use every possible means to find Rast's whereabouts."

"That young man is currently at most at the peak of the sixth rank. Admittedly, he is very special, as if he possesses the protection of fate, immune to all prophecies and divinations, and he has always challenged opponents of higher rank—"

"But all of this means nothing to a mythical creature who has stepped halfway into the angelic realm... He will definitely be caught by the gravekeeper; it's just a matter of time."

Hiltina lowered her eyes and said nothing.

"I know what you're expecting... Both the former president of Starry University and the ferret like him very much. They definitely wouldn't let Luster be captured by the gravekeeper."

"But the ferret is still recovering and hasn't yet returned to its peak. It might be okay against ordinary legends, but it's a bit of a stretch against an angel."

"And the old principal is already quite old—they might be able to protect Luster once or twice... but how can they possibly protect him forever?"

"You know, being an assassin always has it easier than being a bodyguard."

Aaron looked down at the silent Hiltina with unquestionable majesty.

"If you don't marry Rast... then the Empire has no right to interfere in the war between the Shore Keepers and the Grave Keepers."

"It's impossible for a country to go to war with a secret organization that has been passed down since the Age of Gods and whose members are at least legendary, just for a young boy who has nothing to do with them."

"And if you don't inherit the holy sword, you'll either watch helplessly as your beloved boy is captured by the gravekeeper, or you'll follow the ranger's family motto: 'As a knight, as long as you have breath left, you must never let your companions die before you,' and stand in front of Luster."

"But with your sixth-level strength, perishing with him is the only outcome... This cannot be called bravery, but merely the blindness and stupidity of a moth flying into a flame."

"If you marry Rast and inherit the Holy Sword, everything will be completely different."

Aaron's voice, which was as cold as ice, suddenly softened a little.

"The Empire will not go to war with the Gravekeepers for an unrelated boy—but if he were the Queen's husband, then everything would be completely different."

"And, Hiltina, you are the one with the highest degree of compatibility with the Holy Sword among all the royal family members in the history of the empire. When you were seven years old, you triggered a resonance with the Sword in the Stone."

"Now, after more than a decade of nurturing and incubation within the Holy Sword's scabbard... your soul has completely merged with the Holy Sword, truly becoming one and the same."

"Once you inherit the holy sword, you will become the strongest holy sword wielder of all time—"

"With the power of the Holy Sword, you will open up a second long-stage sequence, called 'Imperial Power'... You will be able to ascend to Legendary status, or even become an Angel, in a very short time. Utilizing the advantages of 'Dual Sequences', you will quickly close the gap between you and other ancient angels."

"And then, you will guard Rast as his wife. No matter who plots against him—be they a legend or a quasi-angel—you will personally slay them."

Aaron looked at his daughter who had lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time.

His voice contained a father's kindness, but more importantly, it was filled with the unquestionable majesty of a king.

"It sounds like the only option, doesn't it?"

"Hiltina, you can marry the one you love, and you can also gain the power to protect the one you cherish."

"Your task is to inherit the Holy Sword and become my heir... and bear the weight of the fate of tens of millions of citizens across the empire, commensurate with the Holy Sword."

"And the only price you need to pay is to give up your own paranoia."

"And give up that rigid, old-fashioned, inflexible, and foolish ideal called 'Ranger'."

Chapter 235: Your Highness Ophelia, We Are Accomplices (Two in One)

After leaving Hailan Mansion, Last suddenly stopped and looked sideways.

The next moment, an armored figure quietly appeared in the direction he was looking.

This seems to be a woman wearing heavy armor. Her face is hidden by the visor and difficult to see clearly. One can only vaguely judge her gender by her posture.

She bowed slightly to Rast, and the heavy armor made a clanging sound like metal clashing.

"Sir Rast, my prince invites you to a meeting."

Your Highness?

Last was startled and was about to continue asking questions when he felt his shoulders suddenly sink.

A huge ball of snow-white fur appeared from the space crack, and then landed on Last's shoulder with unusual familiarity.

"This guy's name is Kate, and she's Ophelia's."

Dean Yin yawned lazily, obviously having just taken a nap in the subspace of the secondary dimension and still feeling sleepy.

"Go meet her. That little girl should be considered as one of your gang."

An invitation from...Ophelia?

Rast's heart moved.

Hiltina's half-sister, the second princess of the Granville Empire, the little swan of the royal family...

Although they had heard of Ophelia's name from various places, both Hiltina and Dean Yin had a close relationship with her.

But for him, this was the first time he met Ophelia.

"I feel like I came to the capital this time to meet all of Hiltina's family members... First my parents, then my sister."

……

The place Kate took the man and the mink to was not the palace where the royal family lived, but an inconspicuous villa in the inner city of the imperial capital.

"Although I have wanted to meet you for a long time, I didn't get the chance until today."

"I'm sorry, but for the sake of confidentiality, I can only entertain you here instead of in the palace."

"Well, nice to meet you, Brother Luster."

Ophelia squatted slightly, lifted her skirt slightly, and gave Rast a perfect court salute.

Her semi-long brown hair, the pure white dress against a dull background, the delicate and flawless face, and the elegant royal aura made her look as beautiful as a porcelain doll.

Looking at the doll-like girl bowing gracefully in front of him, Last was unmoved, but Dean Yin was the first to lose his composure.

"Little girl, what did you just call this guy?"

"Brother Luster..."

Ophelia glanced at Dean Yin with some confusion.

"According to the Emperor's order, Sister Wang and Rast will hold their wedding in the Imperial Capital in three weeks and officially become married."

"Since he's my sister's husband, he's also my brother... Is there a problem?"

"Or..." Ophelia blinked her crimson eyes: "Brother Luster, do you prefer me to call you brother-in-law directly?"

"It's not a problem in that regard." Dean Yin covered his face with his tail.

"I just feel that if I use that name... Little Ophelia, you'll probably get your comeuppance. It's just a trick of fate."

Dean Yin has not forgotten that the title "Brother Last"... in the remnants of history, it is exclusive to Gray, the angel of destiny.

Although Gray has fallen from the status of an angel and is now trapped at the end of the starry sea, Dean Yin has no doubt that this former angel of destiny will one day return.