The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

On the king's orders, Lenia once again entered the palace. Upon entering the main hall, she saw many familiar faces; all the people she had visited before were in the throne room.

Not only that, she was surprised to find that Benedict and Ronaldo had also come here, standing on either side of each other, looking like a harmonious and happy monarch and his subject.

The two of them seem to have a pretty good relationship.

Lenia was very pleased, but when she turned her gaze to His Majesty the King on the throne, she was shocked and her eyes widened.

The king was completely different from the previous one. When they first met, he only looked slightly old, but his body was very strong, and he even had muscles in his arms.

However, when he saw His Majesty the King again a few months later, he looked no different from someone who had one foot in the grave. His muscles had completely atrophied, and the wrinkles on his skin made him look like a man in his nineties. His sickly appearance could be sensed even from a distance.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

The young lady, regaining her senses, wore a worried expression, while Tant coughed a few times and chuckled softly.

"It's nothing, just a little tired. You've been here for about two months now, haven't you?"

"Yes."

Lenia nodded shyly, and the king turned his gaze to Ronald, panting heavily to ensure his strength:

"You've already met my good-for-nothing son, so let me get straight to the point: son, are you satisfied with your fiancé? You still have a chance to back out."

These words immediately caused the nobles present to frown and exchange glances. They all realized that the rumors were probably true: His Majesty Tant was about to die and His Highness Ronald would succeed him.

The most emotional of them all was Benedetto. Realizing that Lenia was about to marry Ronald, he clenched his fists and his eyes almost blazed with murderous intent.

In his increasingly obsessive view, Lenya Sylvis should be his, and he was the first person to fall in love with Lenya!

No, not only that, the throne should also be his, the entire kingdom should be his. If he hadn't been affected by the prophecy and was still a prince, he wouldn't necessarily be worse than Ronaldo!

The chaotic life force within him and the magic connecting him to the bottomless abyss affected his thoughts, and his already agitated mood was completely ignited by Lenya's situation.

However, in front of everyone, he maintained a calm demeanor, as if everything was none of his business.

"Of course I am satisfied. It is my honor to be His Highness Ronald's wife."

Lenia smiled with delight, but Benedict didn't see it that way at all.

Oh, poor Lenia, she must have been deceived by Ronald's hypocritical appearance...

This kind of thinking—that all gifts have a price already set in secret—is causing Benedict's mind to spiral towards evil, a situation far more serious and rapidly degenerating than that of Maginot.

Lenia's answer pleased the dying Tant: "That's good. I'm going to move your wedding forward to the end of next month. Since there aren't any major problems, I'll inform your parents."

The other nobles naturally had no objections. When the meeting ended, Tant deliberately tapped the throne and turned his gaze to Ronald and Benedict: "Sir Benedict, Ronald, you two will stay for a moment."

Chapter 190 Talks Failed

"So, His Highness Ronald and Sir Benedict were both left in the palace?"

Catherine frowned, somewhat worried that something might happen to Benedict, given that the Silvers family was currently secretly cooperating with him.

But she quickly turned her attention to the wedding at the end of next month, thinking that Lord Elliott must have made ample preparations. She just wondered what the King would be like then.

The maid peered out of the carriage. Despite the many bizarre deaths that had occurred in the past few months, the culprit among the cultists not being executed, and the emergence of numerous noble assassins, the capital still maintained order and was not too chaotic.

Next month will be the real period of chaos, and it's uncertain whether people will survive.

"so cold……"

Lynia huddled in the car, feeling a little cold. The weather hadn't been too cold when she left, so she hadn't prepared a heater or anything like that. But when she came back, the temperature had plummeted.

This was too much for the delicate young lady, who huddled under the blanket, shivering.

Maginus, who had been resting with her eyes closed, reluctantly opened them, raised her hand and placed it on Lenia's hand, using her life force to revitalize Lenia's body.

She, who had been feeling a bit cold, immediately felt warmth emanating from within her body. Lenia looked at the girl with a knowing smile, and said nothing more.

Back at the manor, Lenia hurried into the warm home. Just as Maginus was about to follow, Catherine, who was a few steps behind, called out to her, "Mine, wait, I have something to ask you."

"If it's about whether I can stay or not, there's no need to say more. Elliott doesn't want me to stay."

Maginus turned around and reminded the maid first. The maid swallowed the words of advice that were about to come out and turned back to look at the bustling street:

"What do you think will happen to this street next month? What will happen to the ordinary people on the street?"

The red-haired girl knew what Catherine wanted to ask: what was the true situation in the capital of Nesery, and whether the capital of Crystal Salt Kingdom was like that of Nesery.

Maginus also looked up at the door and saw a mother and son walking hand in hand down the street, carrying freshly bought bread in their arms, and a newlywed couple leaning sweetly against each other, enjoying dessert on the street.

“It will probably be even more chaotic than Nesery,” Maginus said rather coldly.

"Why? I remember when we attacked Nesery, it was a joint attack by many countries. The Crystal Salt Kingdom was just fighting a civil war."

Catherine was very puzzled, and then another voice came from behind them:

"Because the difference in strength was too great, Nesery fell without much resistance. Those countries did not come to kill people; among them was Ebeslut, who wanted to control Nesery."

Jess also gazed at the street, a fleeting sadness crossing his eyes before it transformed back into ambition. Catherine turned her gaze to Maginot, the girl tacitly agreeing with Jess's words, and continued:

"Multiple countries launched decapitation strikes against Nesery. The nobles in the city had long been alienated from the weakened royal family. You know, in the end, only that insignificant royal family suffered. The people are still living their lives as usual."

A national vendetta? It was indeed a national vendetta, but it was only the kingdom of Imperius that was destroyed.

Catherine listened with a worried expression, imagining what would happen if the capital descended into chaos. Maginus noticed the maid's emotions:

"I thought you had already made up your mind and didn't care about factions. Isn't it disgusting that you're only now showing concern for the people?"

“Indeed,” Jess couldn’t agree more. “If you’re already prepared to climb the ladder by any means necessary, then being too kind at the wrong time will only lead to mistakes at crucial moments.”

"It's just what I felt. Unlike the two of you, I don't have any ambitions or plans for revenge."

Catherine sighed slightly, but it was just a sigh.

The three of them lingered together for a while, feeling melancholic, before parting ways. Before leaving, the girl glanced at the bustling street one last time, raised her hand to touch her heart, as if touching the last vestiges of her conscience.

Up to this point, Maginus felt her conscience was still intact. Well, she hoped the next country would also fall into civil war like the Crystal Salt Kingdom, so that she wouldn't be forced to abandon her conscience.

For her now, conscience is a consumable; she, who is on the side of order and goodness, is gradually falling into chaos and evil.

Shortly after Lenya and the others returned home, Benedict emerged from the palace with a cold smile.

I want Lenia Sylvies. Give me Lenia Sylvies and I'll hand over the dukedom to my brother. What do you say?

Ha, do you think I don't know what you're up to? You just want to use Elliot Sylvie's power, right?

The gist of all the conversations is simple: Benedict's "father" wanted him to give up his earldom and spend the rest of his life as a leisurely nobleman in the capital who would never lack money.

Tant even said he could have the Light of No End bear witness and sign an inviolable covenant. (Seven Phosphorus Dam Willow^] Flag Qi)

This made Benedict burst out laughing. Losing his freedom, losing his power, losing everything, becoming a monkey in a cage for people to watch?

He pointed at Ronald on the spot and questioned Tante why he wouldn't let his brother be a prince without land, but instead let himself be the king.

As expected, Tante once again uttered some high-sounding but seriously biased remarks, such as Ronald being raised like a king from childhood, and that he could do it but you couldn't.

Damn it, everything he says sounds the same as what he excretes!

After hearing this, Benedict compromised and made only one request: that Ronald break off his engagement with Lenia and marry him instead.

Of course, he didn't really want to do that, because he knew that his "brother" and "father" would not allow it.

As he expected, Tant refused again, and Ronald even pointed out that Benedict actually wanted to use Elliott's influence.

Hehe, I'm afraid you would never guess that Count Elliott has already been on the same side as me.

The conversation ultimately failed, but Benedict felt a sense of crisis. He was not strong enough; as a fellow mid-level player, he could feel the pressure emanating from Ronald.

That's right, I need to become stronger.

Benedict clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with a thirst for power.

Chapter 191 Benedict's Second Enhancement

Where did these things come from?

Maginos, trapped in a dreamlike state, is currently fleeing, pursued by the same blood-red skeleton.

As always, she was ravaged by the blood-red skeleton in her mental dream, but today, things seemed a little different.

Today is the third day since Lenia met with the king again, and for some reason, some small demons suddenly appeared in front of Maginus.

Maginus was able to confirm that these little things were the lowest-ranking demons of the Abyss, the Felfiends, whose fighting power was slightly stronger than that of a farmer wielding a pitchfork, but still considerably stronger.

They were not physical entities in this dreamlike state; their aura seemed ethereal to the girl, like strange phenomena that had little effect on her.

Watching the approaching demons, the girl gently waved her arm, and the psychic blade she threw out completely wiped out a row of fearful demons.

Looking at the spot where they disappeared, Maginuston made a guess that these demons were probably closer to the images in the dream, which is why they were so vulnerable.

But why do demons appear in my dreams?

Completely baffled, the girl was smashed into a pulp by the skeleton chasing after her. Instantly, she opened her eyes in the real world, stood up, and looked around, subconsciously releasing her life force.

Everything around her was perfectly normal, with no signs of demons whatsoever. Maginus sniffed the air, finding the magic in it to be exactly the same as usual.

So what exactly is going on...?

Maggienus opened the window thoughtfully, and a gust of cold wind blew in. She suddenly froze in front of the window, and then, as if sensing something, focused her attention on the left side of the manor.

Something seemed to be drawing her in, and she was certain that this attraction came from the lower realms, causing a slight fluctuation in her emotions and will.

"That seven p three C dark silk flag deletion master zero outfit more worms up Lun Garden?"

Muttering to herself, the girl searched her mind for a moment and confirmed that the only important location she knew was Ted Manor.

As for whether it is true or not, Maginus felt it was highly likely. Benedict was probably casting some kind of spell to gradually transform him into a creature of the lower realm. In other words, he was becoming like the demon in the prophecy.

But why did she have this feeling? Was it due to divine power? If so, her three blood relatives probably realized the same thing.

Just as she had expected, Benedict had gathered all the magical materials to connect to the Abyss today and performed another spell to link the underworld in the underground chamber.

His connection with the abyss deepened, and the faint aura of the lower realm that he exuded permeated all directions. In fact, only four descendants of gods in the entire city could accurately sense the location of this aura.

Besides Maginus, the other three members also sensed the presence of the Nether.

The statues in the royal temple were showing faint signs of something strange, reminding their followers that the demons were making moves, and the priests and believers naturally became vigilant.

But unaware of the truth, they still thought it was the previous cult bishop doing something bad, and didn't connect it to Benedict at all, since only a few people knew about the prophecy.

"Makuwall, a knight, is a noble without land, suspected to be a sorcerer, but his strength is below the mid-level."

The spells cast included one similar to a mage's armor, but it would explode with ice in all directions; this should be the spell Winter's Armor...

He also cast spells that froze people in place, as if they were bound tightly by invisible chains; it must have been a human immobilization spell…

Maginus reviewed the intelligence she had gathered about Markuwall, which she had purchased from intelligence dealers at considerable expense. The same intelligence belonged to Erra.

As for the cult's blood relatives, Maginus didn't know much. The only people who probably knew about it were those who had experienced the previous opera house battle, but she couldn't very well ask those people.

By constantly replicating the scenes described in the intelligence reports, Maginus gradually identified the spells that Markuwer knew and basically confirmed that he should be a spellcaster who would prepare spells in advance.

The other Erra appears to be a ranger, but she has not yet gained spellcasting abilities from nature. Judging from her performance in the battle against the cultists in the sewers, she seems to be a berserker as well.

That's right, a ranger and a berserker who can't cast spells yet, a very strange combination. Their strength is beyond doubt, they should not have reached the mid-level, but are at the peak of the low-level.

The last cultist bishop seemed to have suffered severe injuries in the battle at the theater, and his accumulated power had been almost exhausted. However, his strength was definitely mid-to-mid level, and he also had some peculiar items at his disposal.

In that chaotic situation, the cultist bishop would definitely not have survived if it weren't for a special spatial teleportation device. I don't know if he still has such an item.

Analyzing various possibilities on paper, Maginus, being the weakest, needs to deal with these guys in the dark, hoping to gain enough strength or growth-type abilities after "eating" them.

Having memorized the information, Maginus drew the Silver Sword of Geese from her dimensional bag and honed her psionic abilities in the special environment created by the sword. Suddenly, the Mind Flayer's voice rang out.

Miss Human, I have a question for you. Since you know you might become a tool for the resurrection of an evil god, why are you still so calm?

This was the first time it had initiated a conversation with Maginus. Upon hearing the mind flayer's question, the girl thought carefully:

"Because I no longer expect to survive, at least not on the surface. Subconsciously... I still want to live."

Then why are you still alive? Shouldn't you just try to wait to die?

"I still have many enemies. Negative emotions are the pillar that keeps me alive. They allow me to risk my life for revenge, but I will also live for revenge. It's a very complicated emotion."

I see. Hmm, I've eaten the brain of an Avenger before, so I roughly understand what that means. They're willing to risk their lives in battle, but they also prepare for revenge beforehand. If the benefits are big enough, they might even take risks sometimes, right?

“That’s right,” Maginus nodded, and casually revealed his special abilities, “Incidentally, I’ve found a way to obliterate the will of an evil god.”

Removing the parts about fearing the gods, the girl explained her special abilities, saying only that she could kill the will of an evil god in her mental dreams.

However, to her surprise, the Mind Flayer laughed at this.

Chapter 192 No Real Escape from the Claws

Heh, “erased the will that the evil god infused into the power”... Miss Human, do you know what you’re saying? You think you can erase it? That’s impossible.

Maginus frowned slightly, then said: