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Wouldn't his upright and dignified image be labeled as that of a sorcerer?

He was the one who was being refined!

However, this seems to be a Play experience I've never had before!

Imagine saintesses of different ages.

Tibao is a cute and adorable second-grade girl; Tian is full of energy in fourth grade; and Tin is showing signs of becoming a graceful young lady in sixth grade.

Ti Zhou, a slightly rebellious girl in the second year of junior high; Ti Xiao, a vibrant girl in the first year of senior high; Ti Gong, who is beginning to show her intellect in the second year of senior high; and Ti Song, a literary girl like a white moonlight in the third year of senior high.

Ti Rong, in the prime of her university days, plus Ti Ti, with her maximum wifely charm and ripe peach-like beauty...

Faced with this all-star lineup, even Qiong could not remain calm and composed.

What mechanism is more terrifying than one person becoming a harem?

Different versions of myself at different ages, one person becomes a palace!

All ages can dominate!

You're using this lineup to test your cadres?

Which cadre can withstand this test?

Every man has to compromise!

"Get married..."

Completely oblivious to what Sora was thinking, the minds of the Tirispians were already filled with this word.

The image of nine versions of myself, dressed in pure white wedding gowns, surrounding A-Qiong in the center, exchanging rings amidst flowers and blessings, suddenly reappeared in my mind.

A blush instantly spread across the nine similar yet uniquely charming faces. They all lowered their heads in unison and smiled shyly.

Now, it's time for fantasy!

Miss Saint's fantasy was quickly shattered by two urgent calls.

"king!"

"teacher!"

Two beautiful figures strode over; they were Empress Caesar, who had abandoned state affairs upon learning of Qiong's awakening, and Heather, the Empress's first knight.

"Hey~ Little Dela and Heather, long time no see! How have you been? Have you been missing me so much you couldn't sleep at night?"

Upon hearing that nonchalant, cynical tone, Caesar, who had become empress and was about to bring one-fifth of Onphalus under her rule, suddenly felt an urge to cry.

But it was only for a moment before it was suppressed.

She is no longer the naive girl she once was.

"Sigh, the world is so cold-hearted. Not a single person has offered to hug me. It seems none of you miss me."

Qiong turned around with the tone of an abandoned, lonely old man, her back view desolate.

"No, Your Majesty."

"I miss you so much, and I long for you to return to the ocean currents every moment."

Hearing this, Hazel was at a loss, like a loyal dolphin that had been misunderstood and abandoned by its owner.

She strode forward, opened her arms, and gently yet powerfully embraced Qiong with a hug that carried the scent of the deep sea.

Hazel always saw herself as a follower; she never asked for anything, as long as Qiong was by her side, guiding her forward.

Her embrace was always open to him.

"...Tsk."

Seeing this, Kerudela's lips twitched, and she finally couldn't help but let out a clear click of her tongue.

The last time she acted in such a manner unbecoming of a queen was several years ago.

As expected of a teacher, he started playing as soon as he woke up.

Sword Flag Lord, how could you take the bait when it was so obviously a fishing trap?

Oh, what?

She was originally the teacher's fish, so it's alright.

Krydella was a little annoyed.

As everyone knows, Empress Caesar had a swordsman under her command who could single-handedly command an army, was extremely loyal, and had played countless triumphant songs for the empire. He was her sharpest sword and her strongest shield.

Actually?

It's all just the king's task.

Caesar's strongest knights never served Caesar.

Fortunately, almost no one outside the Golden Court family knew about this, otherwise Caesar would have lost face.

Even so, when Crydella saw her teacher and her knight embracing tightly and whispering sweet nothings in front of her, the icy blue flames above her head still silently rose a little higher.

Envy, longing, and a little frustrated, she also wanted to go up and hug the teacher.

However, the dignity and restraint cultivated during her century-long reign as an emperor acted like invisible shackles, preventing her from expressing herself as freely as Hazel.

This is not a burden of identity, but an instinct formed by habit.

"It seems that Her Majesty the Empress is becoming more and more concerned about maintaining her image."

Just as Krydella was struggling with her decision, a voice with a mocking smile rang in her ear.

The next moment, she felt her body enveloped in a familiar, warm embrace.

"T-Teacher!?"

She suddenly looked up and instinctively tried to distance herself, but Qiong was faster and pulled her into his arms.

"What? Does our great and noble His Majesty Caesar intend to punish me for a crime of disrespect, such as usurping the throne?"

With a teasing tone and a playful smile in his eyes, Qiong's figure seemed to overlap with the last time he embraced her before falling asleep a hundred years ago.

It gave Crydella a moment of disorientation, as if time had reversed.

"Ahem... My teacher is too kind."

Krydella cleared her throat, trying her best to maintain the dignified tone of an empress.

"Although there is a hierarchy, the teacher's status is above that of a teacher... and he should naturally enjoy special privileges."

As the empire conquered, many names were written for Crydella: the Crowned One who stopped the war, the Queen of the Holy City, and Caesar who chased fire.

According to the cultural background of the Onphalus civilization, let alone hugging, even having such a thought is an unforgivable transgression!

However, Qiong is special.

He is the only person in the world who can embrace Empress Caesar with such casualness without being punished.

Even Hathaway and Tirispius, who to some extent watched Crydella grow from a puppet princess into a reigning empress, never showed the slightest disrespect to Caesar in public.

I'm more casual in private, but it's still different from before.

After all, in history, no emperor, after ascending the throne, has ever been treated like a child by his childhood playmates or elders.

"You've really grown up."

Qiong laughed after hearing what Krydella said.

Completely ignoring the crown that symbolized supreme power and the swaying icy blue divine fire above her head, he reached out and gently placed his palm on Cerudela's head with a sense of emotion and relief.

Although being patted on the head made Krystal a little embarrassed, she felt genuine relief and pride in Qiong's words, and temporarily put aside her imperial dignity, absorbing this long-lost warmth.

"I really haven't grown any taller."

Qiong raised his palm and moved it across Krydela's head to a familiar spot on his own chest.

"Ask a question!"

Qiong clapped her hands, drawing the attention of Heather, Xia Die, the Saintess, and Mimi.

"Do you know why Caesar is the undisputed core of our Flame-Chasing Moth?"

"Why?"

"Because Caesar is the leader who gathers and commands the Golden Clan?"

Tibo tilted her head, attempting to answer.

The hesitation in her tone wasn't due to denial, but rather because there were too many reasons, and she didn't know which one Qiong was asking about.

The girls looked at each other, puzzled as to what Qiong's sudden question meant.

"Because according to the barrel effect, the shortest segment determines everything."

Qiong gave the answer with a smile.

"To mention Caesar's height is outrageous! I must punish him! He must be punished!"

Kerudela's pretty face immediately darkened.

Qiong had only just awakened, yet she caused the great Emperor Caesar to experience emotional fluctuations he hadn't felt in over a decade.

"Wow, an angry Caesar is so scary!"

He has the same lazy yet irritating tone as Admiral Kizaru.

Under the astonished and indignant gaze of Krydela, Qiong reached out and grabbed her armpits.

He lifted her up in a flash, like he was holding a baby.

"teacher!!!"

Krystal lost her composure, becoming enraged and embarrassed, causing her facial expression management module to malfunction.

She had heard her teacher tell the story of an emperor named 'Zhu Yuanzhang'.

If anyone else had done this to her or said these things, it would be an absurd situation to condemn them to the point of having nine generations of their family members killed.

But this trick really doesn't work on Qiong.

Caesar knew very well that his teacher was an extraterrestrial visitor who had no relatives or friends on Onphalus.

If we're really talking about kinship, she herself is her teacher's family.

After all, in the very beginning, Sora's identity was not her teacher, but her... father.

However, from the age of ten onwards, even in private, Krydela never called her by that name again.

I've always called him teacher.

As for why?

It's very simple. If it were her father, how could she rightfully marry Qiong and make her her empress?

If it's the teacher, then there's absolutely no problem!

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Teasing the well-trained princess was particularly interesting. Just as Qiong was enjoying himself, his hand, which was pinching Keludela's armpit, suddenly stopped.

Qiong blinked, while Krystal lowered her head, the shadow cast by her bangs obscuring part of her vision.

Qiong could see the girl's eyes through her icy blue flame bangs; the ambition that had been building up beneath the icy lake, the desire to conquer, ignited like azure flames.

Ambition?

What ambitions?

Desire to conquer?

Why does it feel like they're targeting me?

"By my law."

Krydella abruptly raised her head, her voice no longer filled with the shame and anger of before, but with an undeniable authority.

Those icy blue eyes locked onto the sky, flames burning fiercely within them.

“Those who blaspheme the imperial authority shall be bound and punished.”

The moment the words left her lips, Qiong felt as if invisible ropes were binding her body.

“Sword Banner Lord, in the name of Caesar, I order you to immediately detain this ‘usurper’ and bring him back to the palace with me.”