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The Imperial Palace was vast, spanning tens of thousands of acres and safeguarded by powerful magic barriers that protected every corner.

Those magic barriers were constructed by great mages from different eras under the orders of successive holy emperors.

As a result, the palace was nearly indestructible—at least, until Leon and Athena obliterated it.

What was once a magnificent symbol of power and splendor was now nothing more than a ruin, reduced to rubble.

The magical formations that once shielded it lay in ruins, incapable of being restored without the expertise of a Great Mage.

Fortunately, for Leon, Athena, and Arshley, this was not a major concern.

Leon tasked Albert with commanding the soldiers to rebuild the palace, while Arshley mobilized specialists from the Holy Orthodox to assist.

Athena, meanwhile, took charge of restoring the palace’s magic formations—reinforcing them to be even stronger than before.

Thanks to their combined efforts, the palace was fully rebuilt in just two short months.

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In the spacious and opulent parlor, Edward sat leisurely, sipping his tea.

He glanced around and couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. "I clearly remember that the Imperial Palace’s parlor wasn’t this luxurious before. But now... Hey! The Saint is truly considerate!"

Although he disliked Velix and the Holy Empire of Elysium, he kept those feelings to himself and never voiced them.

Moreover, he had occasionally visited the Imperial Palace to meet with Jim or Velix, aiming to strengthen cooperation between their factions.

After all, the Holy Empire of Elysium and the Holy Orthodox were the two pillars of humanity, and collaboration between them was essential for maintaining stability and security.

Because of this, Edward had memorized every detail of the palace. However, after its reconstruction, everything had changed, becoming far more lavish than before. Explore stories at novelbuddy

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from ahead. Edward set down his teacup and looked up, spotting the two figures he had been waiting for—Leon and Arshley.

A faint smile crossed his lips as he slowly stood and let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! Kid, I didn’t expect you to still be alive! I thought you had died in the Desert of Chaos."

His words, which carried both praise and mockery, made the corners of Leon’s mouth twitch slightly.

"Damn you, old man! Is this how you welcome your student who barely survived?" Leon put on an annoyed expression, but the smile on his face betrayed his true feelings.

Among the Guardians, Leon’s bond with Edward was the closest—almost like that of a father and son.

Well, it wasn’t surprising, considering Edward had been the one to care for him ever since he arrived at the Hall of Holy Orthodox.

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Not only that, but Edward had also been his mentor, teaching him everything he needed to become the person he was today.

Of course, Edward’s teaching methods were nothing short of brutal, often pushing Leon to the brink of anger and making him secretly resent him.

Yet, despite that, he never truly hated him. On the contrary, he deeply respected and cherished him.

Leon stepped forward, and the two shared a brief embrace before parting.

Edward studied Leon from head to toe, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad! You’re still as strong and healthy as ever," he remarked approvingly.

Leon feigned alarm and took a step back. "Damn, old man! Did you develop some weird fetish while I was gone?"

Edward was momentarily stunned but quickly caught on.

His face reddened, and without hesitation, he clenched his fist and delivered a solid punch to Leon’s head.

"You little brat! How dare you talk like that?" He snapped in irritation.

The two bickered as usual, their playful exchange bringing a familiar warmth to the room.

Behind them, Arshley merely smiled and murmured, "They really haven’t changed."

After a while, both grew tired and finally decided to stop, settling onto the sofa.

"So, what brings you here? And is it really okay for you to leave Holy Orthodox unattended?" Leon asked curiously.

A maid approached, silently setting down two cups of tea for Leon and Arshley before retreating.

Edward smiled casually and shook his head. "Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have come unprepared."

Then, turning to Arshley beside Leon, he inclined his head respectfully. "Apologies for the sudden visit, Saint."

Arshley maintained a calm demeanor, her smile warm yet casual. "There’s no need to apologize, Edward. If anything, I should be the one apologizing for leaving you with all that unfinished work."

Behind her smile, she was genuinely pleased with Edward’s arrival.

The ongoing troubles in the cities of the Holy Empire of Elysium had left her overwhelmed and exhausted.

Even with her brother’s help, a mountain of work still awaited her.

She had once considered summoning Edward but quickly dismissed the idea—after all, he was her replacement in Holy Orthodox, and his absence would be risky.

But now... Hehehe...

Seeing Arshley’s smile, Edward couldn’t help but get goosebumps.

Was he just exhausted from the journey to the Imperial Palace?

Letting out a small sigh, he quickly brushed off the thought and turned his attention back to Leon. "Leon, how have you been? Care to fill me in?"

Leon chuckled softly and exhaled. "I’m doing fine, old man. But I did go through something interesting—I’m sure you’ll be surprised."

"Oh?" Edward raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Let’s hear it."

Under the expectant gazes of Edward and Arshley, Leon began recounting the events following his exposure to the devouring poison.

Coincidentally, he hadn’t shared this with Arshley yet, so at least he wouldn’t have to repeat the story later.

The two listened intently, not once interrupting. However, the more they heard, the more astonished they became.

Only when Leon finished speaking and felt his throat go dry did they finally snap out of their shock.

"I never expected something this major to happen to you, Leon," Edward said, taking a deep breath.

Leon’s journey was so unbelievable that it seemed almost impossible. Not only had he been saved by the Demon Emperor of this era, but they had also become allies.

More astonishingly, he had even been entrusted with leading the demon army against humanity’s forces in the previous war in the Desert of Chaos.

But the biggest shock of all? The Demon Emperor of this era wasn’t a man—but a woman!

If this revelation hadn’t come straight from Leon himself, Edward would have struggled to believe it.

After all, for the past 7,000 years, the demon race had always been ruled by a man. Never once had there been a female emperor—this was a first in history.

Unlike Edward, Arshley was more surprised by the fact that Liliana was a woman.

"The Demon Emperor of this era is a woman?" She murmured, her eyes narrowing slightly.

For some reason, it reminded her of the dream she had before—where Leon had an exceptionally beautiful wife and three adorable daughters.

Although their faces had been unclear, she still remembered certain details—like the color of their hair.

With a suspicious expression, Arshley stared intently at Leon and asked coldly, "Brother, what color is Liliana Crimson’s hair?"

Leon was baffled by the question and was about to answer when Edward suddenly interjected from across the room.

"It must be white, right?"