Huh? Are they all real?...

What exactly did I do?

At this point, Ansa turned and asked curiously:

"Are you really planning to have Aier change course?"

"The high-level extraordinary traits of the Winter Path are almost all due to unknown reasons. Teacher, is what you're talking about related to this?"

Halfway through her speech, Ansa belatedly realized what she had said.

Moen nodded and said:

"It should be related."

"You're not sure either?"

"Correct."

Ansa frowned slightly and said:

"What about El?"

The teacher must have longed for her younger sister to be with her forever.

So, should we use our own abilities?

But in that case, I'm afraid I'll never be able to leave the capital.

Seeing Ansa also lost in thought, Moen asked:

"Is it still possible to find the Sequence 3 trait of the Winter Path?"

"Yes, I know of two, but there are absolutely no clues about anything above that."

"Then there's no problem. The Winter Summoner of Sequence Three will join the ranks of the immortals."

"Sequence three is enough?!"

Ansa was a little surprised, as she really didn't know this, and the Winter Path had never shown a Sequence 3 before.

There are only corresponding sealed items.

Moen nodded and said, "For Winter, Sequence 3 is indeed sufficient."

This is the record that Moen found when he killed Anstis.

As the third-generation Lord of Prophecy, Anstis was determined to do something big.

Before Moen threw out the bait, the divine path that He wanted to monopolize was the long-vanished Winter.

To this end, Anstis even searched for all the advancement methods on the Path of Winter.

Unfortunately, before He could continue, the Dark Lord Sauron 'bewitched' Him.

Among the many divine paths, the vast majority lead to eternal life only after ascending to the rank of angel.

However, there are some special methods that are available before that.

Sequence 3 of the Winter Path is one of them, and the Winter Summoner's method of achieving immortality is also acceptable to normal people.

That is, to create an endless ice coffin for oneself and seal oneself inside for as many years as possible, the Winter Summoner will receive the corresponding number of years of lifespan.

Although it only works on the Winter Summoner, it is indeed a very good method for achieving immortality.

It's countless times better than the Lich's Box of Life and Deathclaw's Dark Sacrifice.

Although these two are among the very few sequences that can theoretically achieve immortality in sequence five.

Moen even remembered seeing the same lich from the Age of Gods to the end of the Third Age.

That guy was truly the most resilient lich Moen had ever seen.

However, the fact that he had failed to become a demigod for three whole eras was indeed puzzling to Moen.

It's a classic example of having some talent, but not much.

"I understand now. I will take full responsibility for changing Er's route. Don't worry, I'll make sure everything goes smoothly, teacher."

After nodding, Moen asked curiously:

"There has never been any light dust before you, so can you tell me roughly what you are capable of?"

Ansa is the first god in the history of the Glory Path.

Before Ansa, there was no corresponding eldest son.

In response to Moen's question, Ansa tilted her head and smiled, saying:

“I am the ultimate ruler, teacher. So as long as I remain in my kingdom, no, as long as I remain in my capital, I can make everything here last forever.”

Moen understood after a moment.

Just like in an ideal state, Ansa is able to reject, deny, and control everything in her capital.

This even includes the rest of the gods!

As expected of the Dust of Light, which has perfected the art of domination to the extreme.

"So you can rest assured about Er, nothing will happen."

"I am truly at ease entrusting this to you."

Having said that, Moen couldn't help but look at El, who had also made up her mind, in the mirror image:

"I want this one!"

The disappearance of all high sequence characteristics means that there is almost no resistance on the road ahead!

Of course, this is just the reason that Aier tells herself and will tell others.

In reality, a voice that even Ayl herself couldn't explain lingered deep within her heart:

'Enter winter, embrace winter, and then...'

The court nobles immediately bowed their heads and withdrew.

"We'll make the arrangements right away, Your Highness."

At this point, the mirror image disappears.

Moen looked away.

Although there is no evidence, Moen also feels that El is probably closely related to the Winter Path and that strange history.

Because, although it had a slightly narcissistic edge, Moen was certain that he was indeed too special to be considered by the world.

In this way, among such a special person as herself, she was arguably the first and the last to appear.

Is she really just the Elmeran I know?

Moen didn't know the answer, but he felt it was worth pondering.

In the extraordinary world, any coincidence or accident must be treated with extra caution.

This is common sense!

Those extraordinary individuals who don't pay attention to this point will die very quickly.

Moen didn't want to die, so he took it very seriously.

"It seems they're about to start preparing, so I'll head over there first. But before that, teacher, there's something else you need to do."

Moen looked at Ansa strangely and said:

"whats the matter?"

"Your coronation day!"

Upon hearing this, Moen felt a headache coming on. After wiping away imaginary cold sweat, Moen tentatively said:

"I think this is too much of a waste of time and money, why don't we cancel it?"

What are you saying?!

Ansa's eyes widened instantly, then she put her hands on her hips and said angrily:

"Not only I am looking forward to this, but the capital, the Seven Realms, and even the entire Baratheon are all looking forward to your coronation!"

"This is the one thing I absolutely will not agree to, teacher!"

"You'd better be prepared, I will definitely hold your coronation ceremony!"

Baratheon longs for the arrival of a new king.

A benevolent king—this is the dream that countless mortals yearn for.

Moen immediately lost his temper.

If he is resolute, Ansa will definitely compromise, but Moen doesn't want to disappoint Ansa.

Moreover, Moen felt that this might actually attract more attention.

"Just a joke, just a joke!"

Ansa then lowered her hand and asked:

"So when do you think would be a good time? Five days from now? Or maybe tomorrow if possible?"

Since he has no choice but to face it, Moen hopes to get through it quickly.

"Do you want it to be as soon as possible? I'd love to, but tomorrow is too rushed, and five days seems too long. How about three days, teacher?"

"The envoys from various countries and the popes of all the gods have already set off; three days should be enough!"

Three days?

That’s okay.

“I have no problem, but Ansha, there’s one more thing I need you to do. You mean you can do almost anything in your capital, right?”

Ansa nodded and said:

"Of course, I can even reverse time in the capital, but only up to the point where I became a god."

To be honest, Ansa even thought that if the teacher had rejected her back then, she might have chosen to go back in time to escape.

“That would be great, Ansa. I hope you can make everyone believe that I am Trajan Westeros.”

Ansa tilted her head and said:

"Aren't you yourself?"

Moen removed the Ring, restoring himself to his original appearance, and said:

"I hope no one will discover my true identity. That way, I'll always have one card up my sleeve, even though I don't know what it'll do. But it's always good to be prepared, right?"

As Moen said this, he felt as if his heart was bleeding.

I'm deceiving my good students again.

Ansa nodded without any doubt.

Moen felt his heart ache even more.

He could only keep telling himself:

'Mount, this is a necessary sacrifice!'

'After all, not only will a Golden Flower Lord from the elves definitely come, but popes and even archangels from other gods may also come.'

As long as Moen doesn't want the Apocalyptic War to begin again the next day.

That's the necessary measure.

There's no way around it; when a new king is crowned, even if the gods and kings can't be there in person, they will certainly send messengers of sufficient importance.

Among these people, Moen dared not imagine how many had seen his former self.

Then, they are either their master or their enemy.

This is the helplessness and despair that makes Moen want to laugh just thinking about it.

After a bitter smile, Moen comforted himself:

'At least for now, I am Ansa's queen. If anything happens in the future, I can call upon Ansa to save me without any hesitation.'

As he thought about it, Moen couldn't help but think of it again.

There shouldn't be a situation where we have to call out other goddesses instead of Ansa, right?