Those who thought they were searching for their palace master had actually arrived at the realm of Erald Dreamscape, where Queen Ysera resided.
At this mont, Ysera's attention was fully fixated on Leslie.
She couldn't shake the feeling that Leslie looked familiar, as if she had seen her sowhere before.
Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall where they might have t.
Ysera lightly tapped her temple, suppressing her wandering thoughts, and urged Leslie and her companion:
"The people from Celestial God Palace have arrived. If they discover you, your fate will surely be a miserable one."
Leslie, however, remained unfazed, staring at Ysera. "We can leave now, but if you fall into their hands, I fear your fate will be far worse than ours."
Ysera's calm and composed deanor faltered at those words, despite her efforts to maintain it. Her heart trembled.
Celestial God Palace and Erald Dreamscape were now mortal enemies.
This ambush had co so suddenly that, though she had clearly seen that soone else had attacked both her and the Lord of the Celestial God Palace, others, being farther away, might have misinterpreted the situation as a calculated move by Erald Dreamscape.
If captured, they would undoubtedly employ the most brutal thods imaginable against her.
With this thought, Ysera beca even warier of Leslie and Madelyn, who remained unnervingly composed, as if everything was under their control.
"You needn't trouble yourselves with my safety," Ysera said coldly. "I have my own ans of dealing with this."
With that, she prepared to activate a contingency spell she had set earlier. But just as she began, Leslie spoke, "You were once a dead woman. I saved you. From this mont on, your life belongs to ."
As she finished speaking, an oppressive aura emanated from Leslie, pinning Ysera in place. Leslie stepped forward and lifted Ysera's chin, which glowed with a pearly sheen.
"Rember, from this day forth, you're mine," Leslie declared, before sweeping Ysera into a princess carry.
Being held in Leslie's arms, Ysera's heart raced like a war drum.
Yet, to her surprise, she did not feel disgust or rejection at Leslie's actions. Instead, she was struck by the absurdity of it all.
Was this right? How could this be? She, the sovereign ruler of Erald Dreamscape, a god- tier mage, being carried like this by Leslie?
Madelyn, too, was dumbfounded. To her, Leslie was a suprely cold and aloof empress. How could she possibly make such an intimate gesture?
"Let go... Put down this instant!" Ysera protested, struggling against Leslie's embrace.
Leslie's icy gaze bore into her. "Be silent."
Though Leslie herself disliked this display, she knew it was necessary. If she didn't act, Owen would have to step in-and Owen belonged to her. No one else could lay claim to him, not even in thought!
"You dare yell at ?!" Ysera glared at Leslie. As the favored daughter of the god of sches and a queen in her own right, she had never been treated so harshly.
But Leslie's frosty expression silenced Ysera. A powerful intuition told her that if she uttered even one more word, Leslie might toss her straight into the nearby pool.
Ultimately, Ysera could only glare at Leslie, puffing her cheeks in frustration and vowing to exact revenge at a later ti.
Resigned, she nestled reluctantly against Leslie's chest, resembling a subdued yet indignant consort. Madelyn, watching this unfold, was left utterly stunned.
Could it be? Could Ysera truly beco Leslie's infatuated admirer and tread the path of... sapphic romance?
anwhile, Owen's goal was simple: delay the powerful figures of Erald Dreamscape to buy Leslie ti.
With their prior planning and Leslie's abilities, escaping the Celestial God Palace's forces should not pose too great a challenge.
Leslie already had detailed information on them, making her escape feasible.
At present, most of the Azure Kingdom's forces had been transported to the elven territories via the Academy City's teleportation array and were gradually expanding into the boarfolk regions.
Their plans to conquer Erald Dreamscape and the Pure Land were nearly halfway complete.
As Owen continued his diversion, drawing the attention of both Flora and the Erald Dreamscape forces, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the distance.
It was the Lord of the Celestial God Palace.
At this mont, the lord appeared pitiable, her figure adorned with broken branches and fallen leaves, resembling a fallen goddess.
Her exquisitely sculpted, alabaster features exuded a beauty so divine that a single glance could ensnare anyone.
Clutching a staff, she moved forward step by staggered step, her presence regal and commanding, akin to a vibrant rose in full bloom, enticing all to pluck it.
Yet the black sword wound on her chest beca increasingly conspicuous, devouring the surrounding light like an abyss and spreading outward.
The worsening injury drained her pallor further, leaving her trembling and unsteady. Her steps faltered as if she might collapse at any mont.
Just then, a gentle spring breeze carried with it the scent of blossoms and the fresh fragrance
of the season.
To Owen, the breeze was a pleasant reprieve, but for the lord of the Celestial God Palace, it was a disaster.
Her frail body, already pushed to its limits, couldn't withstand the slightest disturbance. She toppled backward uncontrollably.
Whether from her battle with Ysera, the ambush, or her grievous wound, she had reached her
limit.
She was about to fall when Owen, in a flash, appeared beside her and caught her slender waist. Her skin, smooth and radiant, had an irresistible allure.
Although the lord's condition was dire, her strong-willed nature persisted. Being held by a stranger in such an intimate manner filled her with anger.
She glared at Owen, fury blazing in her eyes, wishing she could tear him apart. But before she could act, her weakened body gave out, and she fell unconscious.
Owen's excitent grew. What a fortuitous encounter! Initially, he had only intended to gain
Ysera as an ally.
Yet here, by sheer chance, he had co across the Lord of the Celestial God Palace, who had been missing in the ani adaptation.
Heavens were truly favoring him!
The lord's formidable strength, combined with the legendary World-Destroying Divine Thunder hidden within the Celestial God Palace's mountain, made her invaluable.
This power, capable of annihilating all, was precisely what the White Tower Tech Guild desired to rapidly enhance the Azure Kingdom's forces.
But as Owen prepared to leave with the unconscious lord, his gaze shifted to the sky.
Flora, relentless in her pursuit, had finally caught up.
Her blood-red eyes locked onto Owen, and the black greatsword in her hand, imbued with murderous intent, seed to warp the space around it.
"You think you can keep running? Do you really believe you can escape?" Flora's furious voice rang out, toppling trees like a hurricane.
She couldn't tolerate Owen's repeated humiliations, especially his mockery of making her his "little wife." It was laughable!
Driven by rage, she surged forward once more, determined to ensure Owen had nowhere to
run. However, she was still a step too late.
By the ti she arrived, Owen had vanished, leaving only a fleeting shadow behind. Infuriated, Flora unleashed a massive strike, her greatsword tearing the void apart, creating a swirling black sphere that barreled toward Owen's fading presence.
It emanated a terrifying and deadly aura, intent on obliterating everything in its path.
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