Simmons has been stuck at the Second Life Star for a long ti now. During this ti, he has made various improvents, comprehended the Thunder Power, and with the Angel’s Heart, he faintly feels he is about to break through the bottleneck, yet he is not anxious. The Third Life is a crucial node concerning the Divine Relic; so people may never open it in their lifeti. anwhile, unlocking the Third Life is key to assessing whether one possesses an angelic gift. Without unlocking the Third Life, most of those bearing Divine Relics won’t live very long, typically experiencing sudden weakness and death at so point. To avoid this, one might minimize the use of Hidden Power or break through the Third Life Star.
The understanding of Divine Relics can sotis be bizarre. It requires an opportunity; without an epiphany, even if the power is enhanced, the Divine Relic won’t give feedback. With the celebration of glory imminent, Simmons knows relying solely on the Second Life Star is not sufficient, because the Third Life Star of a Divine Relic brings longevity, which not only ans extended lifespan but also increases the capacity to wield various Hidden Powers and enhances endurance, proving crucial in multiple rounds of struggles. After all, the Saint Grace Canon Law School cannot compare with the Knight Academy in foundation; past internal conflicts in the Knight Academy always revolved around who could last till the end.
For him, possessing the Third Life Star ans he truly has the strength to challenge that once-distant crown. The family has no ans; extraneous interference with the understanding of the Divine Relic only backfires. Genuine understanding is only through self-realization.
And today, after a al, he awakened.
Simmons was at a loss on how to comprehend it. His path is that of a standard knight, with faith in the Earth Mother Goddess, and the Divine Relic is also of the Earth Mother Goddess’s domain. His understanding should be related to the Earth Mother Goddess; he is unsure if the awakening is related to the al, or to Brother Li, or perhaps just a result of his recent decision?
No, his Divine Relic was acquired in the Secret Castle, in conjunction with his belief, deduced to be of the Earth Mother Goddess’s Divine Relic.
Simmons’s doubts in the carriage were only montary; he doesn’t overthink as progress is not a regression, it is indeed a good thing. Being with Brother Li truly has its rewards; images of that voluptuous figure flashed inherently in his mind. Simmons indulged in them for a while, quickly knocking on his head and rubbing his handso face hard, thinking he might have gone mad, but luckily no one else was around...
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The Shuo Peak Hunting Ground is a large hunting ground located outside Hedan, part of the royal estate. It is a natural hunting ground rich in hunting resources and traditionally belongs to the King. However, during Prince Oliver’s ti as Crown Prince, it belonged to him. Hence, Ola the Eighteenth did not reclaim it. In fact, most of the properties initially belonging to Oliver still do. Ministers also see this as the King compensating Prince Oliver in exchange for his support, therefore, Prince Oliver’s treasury is particularly abundant.
Fundantally, the Shuo Peak Hunting Ground belongs to the King’s villa, ticulously built by successive kings, exceptionally luxurious, with nurous servants.
Ola the Eighteenth is different from previous kings, an anomaly among them. He is not very keen on pleasures; typically, a new king would revamp the royal palace, but Ola the Eighteenth, having been on the throne for many years, has never done so, and neither has the Queen. The jewelry amassed by the Moncalleta royal family is plentiful, yet the Queen attends events with great discretion, seldom flaunting them, a low profile that indeed reduces many troubles.
Prince Oliver loves the Shuo Peak Hunting Ground and has resided there for considerable periods, perhaps out of sight, out of mind. Here, he has many mories; to so extent, Prince Oliver and the current King are alike. Prince Oliver only had one consort, who was Amosa’s mother, and after the consort passed away, no romantic scandals were heard of. Given Prince Oliver’s power and looks, many won would be enamored. Among Hedan’s noblewon, Prince Oliver is their preferred first lover choice; his unparalleled looks, infatuation, tinted with a bit of tragic color, endowed this man fully with both allure and desire. Many won, restlessly sleepless at night, would often target Prince Oliver as their self-release object.
The hunting ground is almost as it always was. Amosa does not like the hunting ground, even though part of the Hunting Enjoynt Club’s na derives from it. She likes the hustle and bustle, the focus of attention, finding solitude unbearable. In a place populated only by servants and animals, she feels devoid of life’s breath. Abusing the servants was perhaps her only amusent left, and the servants were extraordinarily fearful of the Lord Princess. Compared to the gentle Prince, they secretly wondered if the Lord Princess was indeed biologically related.
Undoubtedly, Amosa bears a remarkable resemblance to Prince Oliver, leaving no doubt about her lineage. Amosa’s pride in her appearance is justified, hence her daring provocations towards Estella. In terms of looks alone, she is not much inferior, though her temper considerably lowers her rating.
Within the hunting ground, Amosa rode a horse, engaging in war gas with servants and guards. If she beca queen, she would seize a chance to set foot on the battlefield, bringing the Black teor Empire to its downfall, unifying the Dao Yuan Continent. With Moncalleta’s wealth and countless cavalry, nothing could hinder her; she would be the king of the Dao Yuan Continent.
"Follow , charge!" Waving the long sword in her hand, Amosa’s command saw the guards urging their horses to chase the fleeing ssengers. They aid to see who could capture the most prisoners, those performing well receiving rewards, while the underperforming ones getting punished. The servants had to run for their lives; getting caught ant injuries at best, or death at worst.
Inside the estate’s living room, Prince Oliver leisurely enjoyed his afternoon tea, basking in the serenity of Hedan’s afternoon. His handso face made the scattered sunlight appear as embellishnts, as if a creature of myths. His infinite charm seemingly untouched by the current predicant.
The butler led in two individuals and silently closed the door upon leaving.
Standing before Oliver were two guests, one tall and one short, the petite one standing in front of the tall. They were engulfed entirely by gray cloaks.
Once the door shut, they removed their cloaks. The tall one stood over two ters, with a formidable and powerful physique, while the short one was about one and a half ters tall, dressed in a colorful, sparkling, jewel-embellished tutu, tied with a ponytail, adorned with a pink bow at the end. Her skin was smooth and flawless like that of a porcelain doll.
The little girl took a half-step back and curtsied elegantly, "Hell’s Song’s Sixth Seat, Songstress Porcelain Doll greets you, Your Highness. It has been a while; you are still as radiant as the sun."
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