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Then, her delicate hand, wrapped in long white gloves, moved up her neck along her outer garment. The girl then embraced Ye Xiao and lay back on the pristine white bed.

The warm breath, like a spring breeze at dawn, touched Ye Xiao's face, gently stirring his heartstrings.

Huh? Did I really do that myself?

Ye Xiao was somewhat disoriented; he had actually... been seduced by Ella!?

But he could truly feel the longing of his other half at this moment, the anticipation and love emanating from the girl on the downy bed sheet, gently biting her pink lips.

This is a beauty that can only be truly felt by those who share the same origin, and it transforms into a surge of passion that washes over Ye Xiao's heart like waves.

Although we usually don't need to speak, sometimes only words can reveal their unique charm.

Therefore, the girl looked up at the man with a sly smile, deliberately raised her chin, lowered her eyes slightly to reveal a hint of arrogance, and then slightly parted her thin lips:

"Hmph, mortals, be grateful, for this is a gift from the gods."

Her voice trembled with panting, and although she had intended to feign arrogance, it instead revealed an undeniable shyness.

Afterwards, Ye Xiao couldn't say whether it was because of some of his own preferences that Ella subconsciously expressed, but at that moment, his mind was completely pierced by that soft and sweet voice.

An impulse surged into his brain, and like a drooling diner, he bit the other's pink lips, the fragrance melting between his teeth.

If he could, he would love to savor every inch of that skin, white as jade.

He wanted to ravage her wantonly, but when his eyes fell on her alluring face, he felt a pang of pity for her body, which was as perfect as a work of art.

The girl's legs, encased in pure white stockings, arched and trembled, then her soft toes curled up like a piece of sticky ice cream, delicately hooking around the other person's leg.

For both Yu Ella and Ye Xiao, this was their first time in this world.

(Offering tribute to the god of river crabs)

After some clouds and rain.

Ella lay on the bed, clutching the sheets with her small hands, tears welling in her bright, almond-shaped eyes, making her look weak and pitiful.

This was the first time Ye Xiao had ever seen Ella with such a tearful expression, yet it evoked a heart-wrenching tenderness in her.

This guy is truly... an absolute prodigy...

Even though he knew perfectly well that he, as Ella, wasn't feeling sad at all, but rather quite excited, the natural expression that the girl naturally revealed in his eyes still made him feel a pang of tenderness.

He wiped the tears from that soft face with his fingertips, and subconsciously tried to turn away, but suddenly felt a pair of jade-like legs on his back press down on him.

No, to be precise, it was what she felt in her heart. Beneath that tear-streaked, delicate face, the passion was rising even higher, and an even stronger desire surged like a tide.

She gave a pitiful look, but Ella didn't seem satisfied.

The shock of this emotional contrast shot through Ye Xiao's brain like an electric current, and he immediately grabbed the girl's two soft little hands...

(Offering tribute to the god of river crabs)

The surging enthusiasm was like a boundless ocean, lingering for a long time. After a while, Ye Xiao began to feel that something was wrong.

But the delicate girl had already flipped over and pressed Ye Xiao down. Ye Xiao's mind was filled with her almost boundless desire. Before he could even think, his reason, which had just begun to emerge, was sucked away by the excited little vixen...

……

late at night.

The college's dormitory area.

In a dormitory room, a portal opened in the darkness, and a figure slammed heavily onto the empty bed, startling the golden retriever that had been sleeping there.

"Ah! Hey? Ye Xiao, what are you doing back there... Ah!! What happened to you? Are you alright?!"

Greta cried out in alarm, for if it weren't for her perception of that weakened soul, she would hardly have recognized the person in front of her as Ye Xiao.

The man looked like a withered, dried-up corpse, with huge, heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in years.

"Ye Xiao, what's wrong, Ye Xiao?!" The kitten hurriedly grabbed the water glass from the bedside table and poured it on Ye Xiao's head.

Chapter Seventy-Five: Coronation

Ye Xiao never expected this...

This Ella is actually... Ye Xiao didn't know how to describe it.

Anyway, he had no idea how much time had passed, his mind was in a state of confusion.

If Ella hadn't suddenly realized something, suppressed her growing affection, and hurriedly helped Ye Xiao up, she would have been different.

Poor Ye Xiao is probably going to... die.

He really died. Ye Xiao never imagined that he would almost die under such circumstances one day.

It's so damn abstract. Even now, though he's exhausted both physically and mentally, he can still feel a surge of passion within his other body.

Thinking back to how he had previously said he would deal with that little vixen, he realized that she had almost taken his life instead...

What a shame...

Ye Xiao slowly closed his eyes amidst Greta's gasp.

……

The next morning.

Princess Skadi waited at the academy gate with a group of guards, preparing to depart for the palace's coronation ceremony.

Because Ye Xiao had warned her beforehand that it would be inappropriate for a princess to frequent the boys' dormitory, he forced her to wait at the academy gate today.

Honestly, what does it matter?

Skadi pursed her lips. She didn't care about any of this, so why did that guy care so much?

Finally, as the morning mist dissipated, a tall, thin figure appeared at the entrance of the academy.

Wearing his usual black trench coat, with a long sword at his waist and a staff on his back, he walked through the thin mist.

The person who arrived was Ye Xiao.

The moment they met, Skadi almost didn't recognize her: "Ye Ye Ye Ye Xiao!? Is that you!??"

There was no other reason than that Ye Xiao looked rather... haggard at the moment.

It's not even close to being described as a flickering candle in the wind; a normal person would think it's a necromancer summoning a zombie to wander around.

"Good morning... Your Highness." Ye Xiao's voice was weak and feeble, so weak that it seemed as if he would fall apart if blown away by a gust of wind.

"What happened to you, Ye Xiao?! Why don't you...why don't you go home and rest today?"

“Don’t worry about me… Your Highness,” Ye Xiao shook his head, “Let’s go.”

In fact, after Ella fed Ye Xiao a healing holy light, his physical and mental strength were sufficient, and his combat power was not greatly affected.

Although there are no major injuries, the appearance will show signs of wear and tear due to the overwork of the soul the night before.

As for its appearance... it will probably take a few days to recover.

"Okay...okay, do you want me to help you up...?"

"No need, no need... Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."

……

The group returned to the palace, and this time, the area around the waterfall pool at the foot of Mount Valund was packed with people.

The news that Crown Prince Evans would be crowned this morning has spread throughout the entire capital, and announcements from the palace are plastered all over the streets and alleys.

The citizens naturally gathered at the foot of the palace to pay their respects to the man who was about to become the new king of the Loren Empire.

Sitting in a carriage traveling down the slope leading to the palace at the top of the mountain, I looked out the window at the dense crowds at the foot of the mountain, their colorful clothes stretching out like a colorful carpet all the way to the city streets.

The ceremony of the new king's ascension to the throne, which is held in front of the whole country, is also equivalent to a grand performance.

Therefore, all the formalities and aristocratic etiquette must be arranged clearly and meticulously.

From the order of entry of royal offspring to civil and military officials, to their clothing and accessories, and even the positions for observing the ceremony, everything was carefully considered.

As the king's sister, Skadi was naturally the first to enter, waiting in the hall near the throne.

Although the main hall faces the waterfall outlet on one side and the clear sky, theoretically, the palace hall located on the mountaintop cannot be seen from the foot of the mountain.

However, the court sorcerers would then set up a projection array to project the scene inside the palace hall onto the surface of the waterfall cascading down outside in real time.

In a way, it was probably a live broadcast of the magical era.

As Skadi explained the details of the foundation-raising ceremony to him, Ye Xiao also made his own calculations.

It's still unclear when Prince Raymond will make his move, or even whether there are other forces secretly watching. Therefore, the best course of action for now is to wait and see.

As the royal band played magnificent music, the palace guards, clad in gray-gold armor, marched in with perfectly synchronized steps.

Then they each held a cross-shaped sword with the tip raised to their chest, and formed two human walls starting from the throne.

This human wall stretched from the palace atop the mountain all the way to the foot of the mountain. Outside the mountain, rows of imperial guards separated the crowd, extending continuously, running in a straight line along the central avenue of the entire imperial city, following a tributary of the Lanlong River, until reaching the magnificent city gate.

The Royal Knights, mounted on armored steeds, escorted the new king's procession, which began with colorful decorations at the city gates and proceeded to the palace.

Along the way, the court mages in the motorcade not only used projection magic to project the grand procession onto Valond Falls in real time, but also summoned various fluttering petals and colorful ribbons to sprinkle on the crowds watching from the roadside.

This grand and magnificent ceremony naturally took a considerable amount of time.

Ye Xiao, who had been waiting in the palace hall with members of the royal family and high-ranking officials for a long time, finally heard the commotion outside the hall after yawning countless times.

Then countless bright red petals fell like rain, and servants carried thick red velvet carpets, spreading them from the outer eaves of the hall to the foot of the throne.

Prince Evans, draped in a red robe symbolizing royal power and holding a jewel-encrusted cane, walked along the red carpet toward the throne.

All the high-ranking officials and civil and military officials of the royal palace knelt down to pay their respects. On one side of the throne, Prince Godwin, the most respected prince in the empire, received the crown presented to him by a servant on a velvet cushion. On the other side was Holmes, the current bishop of the Loren Church, who raised the church scepter to offer his blessings to the new king and the empire.

However, the court's chief archmage, Boan Bazeir, who should have been casting a blessing spell at this time according to procedure, was not present.

But Evans seemed to have anticipated this scene. After receiving the blessing from the Holy Sepulchre, he knelt down on one knee directly in front of Prince Godwin.

When the music stopped, the entire hall fell silent instantly, except for the commotion and chatter that lingered at the foot of the mountain outside the hall.

"In the name of the Loren royal family, Evans Betis, the eldest son of the late King Harold Betis," Prince Godwin read in a strong voice, then raised the crown high in his hand, "in the middle of the month of the 1405th year of the Loren calendar, he is officially crowned as the 113th King of the Loren Empire!"

"Let us welcome the new king of the Loren Empire..."

"Wait a minute, Your Highness Prince Godwin."

Just as the silence fell, a sudden, aged voice interrupted Prince Godwin's words.

All eyes in the hall turned to the source of the sound, only to see the court mage, Bazel, leaning on his cane, slowly walking along the carpet toward the throne.

"Bazaar...Master Mage?" "When did he arrive?"

Amidst whispers, the palace guards on both sides were even more bewildered, wondering how this great sorcerer had suddenly appeared in the middle of their heavily guarded passageway.

"Your Highness, and all the Crown Princes and ministers, forgive my boldness, but I think you might need to take a look at this before crowning this regicide."

Meanwhile, the commotion among the crowd at the foot of the mountain outside the palace was growing increasingly intense.

Because the projection on the waterfall, which could be seen from almost half of the imperial city, did not show the foundation-raising ceremony taking place inside the main hall.

Instead, it depicts the eldest prince, Evans, attempting to assassinate his father, Harold.

Chapter Seventy-Six: The Fourth Prince's Methods

"What are the palace guards doing?! Cut off that projection array right now!"

"Those of you inside, stop standing there! Quickly arrest that guy who's spouting nonsense and disrupting the ceremony!"

Grand Master Soren immediately ordered the guards in the hall to seize Archmage Bazel.

But the hunched-over old mage simply tapped his staff lightly on the ground, and cracks appeared on the exquisite, polished floor tiles. Countless vines grew from them, easily knocking away the approaching royal guards.

The royal guards were, after all, elite imperial warriors whose average strength was at the proficient level. Yet, when they swarmed forward, they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes in a single encounter. This shows just how profound Archmage Bazel's magical power was.

Chaos reigned in the main hall, with wildly dancing vines and guards flying everywhere, as well as a group of nobles who, under the protection of their own guards, retreated to the edge of the hall to protect themselves amidst the chaos.

Alliances built on shared interests will naturally break apart when interests are at stake. Among the four dukes and the court officials, there are indeed highly skilled warriors, but at this critical moment, apart from a few faction members who are truly loyal to the eldest prince Evans, most of them choose to retreat to the rear and stay away from the center of the chaos to observe silently.

But the eldest prince, Evans, did not seem flustered. He politely raised his hand to signal Prince Godwin to step back behind the throne to avoid the danger, and then leisurely turned around to face the culprit who had ruined his coronation ceremony.

"Why is that, Professor Barzel?"

“You know yourself whether you deserve this crown or not.” Bazel stared at Evans with disdain and resentment. Anyone who knew Bazel would know that he was an old friend of the old King Harold, and it would not be surprising that he was angry with him after discovering that his old friend had died at the hands of his eldest son.

But Ye Xiao, who knew more about the matter, was thinking about it. Everyone knew that this great mage had a close relationship with the third and fourth princes, and the third prince was even a disciple of Bazeir.