When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1014: 359: The Season of Ambition Unfolding

Chapter 1014: Chapter 359: The Season of Ambition Unfolding

When Aleister, in the guise of Beyard, rode the Phantom Steed and tore through the snow curtain to rush into Xiayaldo Manor, the warning alarm of the Barrier being intruded upon by a foreign object sounded incessantly.

But His Royal Highness the Prince, once of the past, had beco so pitiable that he had not a single guard by his side.

Watching him after a long while, finally coming over in a ssy rush, Aleister riding on the Phantom Steed couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “It is my first ti seeing such a disheveled Prince. Facing a potential assassin, he can only grab a bottle of dicine and rush out…”

Realizing who the person rushing in was, Prince Xiayaldo finally let out a sigh of relief, putting down the petrification potion he was clutching tightly in his hand.

He tried to defend himself: “It’s not like I couldn’t find anybody else…”

“…But speaking of which, when Fenrir set up the Barrier, he should have included you as a friendly target…”

It was probably because of this “Phantom Steed”.

Aleister thought to himself.

Although it seed to be just an ordinary Phantom Steed, in reality, it was the incarnation of the Wild Hunt King. Just as the Fla Butterfly is the incarnation of the Defiant Fla Butterfly, and the Night Raven is the incarnation of Vinesse… It made sense for the Barrier to go crazy with alarms when such a huge cluster of high Energy Level foreign material collided into it.

At this ti, the voice of the Honey Badger ca leisurely from behind: “It is naturally because I knew who was coming back…”

She looked at Aleister, who had only gone out for a few days yet brought back another Phantom Steed, and was no longer surprised by Aleister’s habit of picking up things for the house.

“Guess who ca?”

The Honey Badger said with a light laugh, looking towards Aleister.

“I guess it’s Lily.”

Aleister answered, turning to the corner of the room, his lips curving slightly upwards.

“—You’re right.”

Following the Honey Badger’s voice, Lily erged silently from beside the wall.

She gave Aleister a sowhat shy smile: “Long ti no see… Miss.”

Compared to her affection for Aiwass, she was relatively more polite and distant towards Aleister.

“I hadn’t realized before, this child is an assassination prodigy…”

The Honey Badger couldn’t help but praise.

It was evident she was genuinely happy, even talking more than usual: “I feel like with only a few months’ ti, I could train a powerful assassin for His Holiness… Speaking of which, what happened outside?”

She said, asking Aleister who had just co back from outside: “Such heavy snow… such strong Dusk Power, did it co from the Spirit Summoning Tower?”

“The Winter Maiden has completed her Ascension.”

Aleister did not directly answer the question, instead he responded: “Now, we should address her as the Winter Celestial.”

“…Why have they ascended one after another?”

Prince Xiayaldo murmured: “First the Banquet Master, and now Lady Winter… The Banquet Master is understandable, after all, a powerful Angel Envoy. But Lady Winter…”

He clenched his fist, feeling happy yet sohow unable to accept it all at the sa ti.

He certainly knew who the Winter Maiden was; a relatively young Angel Envoy. In terms of kinship, she even had a relationship with “Valentine”, and was also sowhat related to Xiayaldo himself, she could be counted as his ancestor after a fashion.

— Because she was Valentine I’s last daughter, a genuine “Princess”.

Her mother was a Half-Elf, a disciple of the first Black Chancellor while he was still human. When Valentine I had this child, his oldest children were already approaching thirty.

Perhaps due to the exceptional Adaptation of the Path of Dusk, she showed signs of Amberficate at sixteen. Valentine I once had exhausted every thod to save her life.

Valentine I was known for his mild temperant in his youth, but he fought with many over his daughter.

The Winter Lady grew tired of the endless disputes and did not want to wait for Amberficate. She did not wish for people to cause strife over her, so she ran away amidst an unprecedented heavy snow… and peacefully died within a coffin she fashioned for herself.

After her death, her soul was favored by the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal, who elevated her to the status of Angel Envoy.

— However, the Winter Maiden was not even a Transcendent before her death.

Is this fair?

From the sa country, the sa birth, the sa bloodline…

He toiled relentlessly in Alchemy, torturing himself. Each day devoted to reading, studying, experinting, to the point of having neither the energy for love nor the carefree spirit to play. Burning all his vitality, yet tragically only able to reach the very limits of his abilities.

He clearly realized he could never beco a great Alchemist, nor achieve “Stibium Alchemy”. He couldn’t beco a Fifth Power Level Transcendent, couldn’t even win his father’s approval…

Yet as a Path of Dusk… the Winter Maiden did nothing in her life. rely by dying, she beca an Angel Envoy. And now, without having achieved any great deeds, she ascended to beco a Celestial Marshal.

That’s a Celestial Marshal! A deity worshipped by people, a genuine candidate for Pillar God!

The living are not even as good as the dead…

Prince Xiayaldo had to admit, he did feel envious.

“A ti of burgeoning ambition, indeed…”

Aleister glanced at Prince Xiayaldo, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

She naturally tasted the envy of Xiayaldo—Aiwass had already warned her about the Brand of Jealousy imprinted on her by the Fallen Celestial Marshal, hence Aleister beca more sensitive to jealousy.