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Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Theres a place where you can relax your body.

Alicia spread her arms with a smile as she introduced the location.

It was a hot spring.

I felt something weird though

Danya rolled her eyes playfully and skillfully avoided making eye contact.

Ian, who was considering teasing her, dropped the idea.

Danya cornered was amusing enough on its own.

Its not good to be cautious about speaking just to avoid teasing.

So instead, he complimented her.

Well done.

Ugh!

But it seemed like the compliment hurt Danya even more as her face turned red.

Without time to ponder why.

Ian, would you like to bathe together?

Asilia asked with a bright smile.

Her skin was moist because of the dewy moisture in the surrounding white steam.

Thats good, my muscles are already tense. You too, come in, Ian.

Yerina said, taking off her outer garment.

Her top seemed to press firmly against her chest, the volume was quite no, thats not it.

I, Im fine. Its not like its anyone else but Ian, right? Yeah. Its okay.

Lina muttered, nibbling the handkerchief around her neck.

Is promiscuity a common occurrence in this world?

Come to think of it, even in some countries in his past life, men and women

Everyone, snap out of it!

Dodo.

Danya, who had rushed over, made Yerina and Lina put their clothes back on.

Then she rushed over again and lifted herself on tiptoes to cover Ians eyes.

What are you looking at, Ian! Of course, its prohibited! Peeking is also prohibited!

Covering Ians eyes with her small hands, she spun around.

Its a relief that at least one person in this small party is normal.

The thought of at least one person being normal in this small party brought tears to Ians eyes.

Lumbs of fat are also prohibited.

Huh?

Ah, its nothing! Anyway, dont peek! Absolutely!

Splash!

Of course, there was no door in the cave, but if there were, thats the sound it would make.

In the moment Ians mind was swirling, he calmed it with a deep breath.

Hehe. Well then, Ian, would you like to take a walk with me?

Swoosh.

The sound of fabric brushing against the floor was heard.

Asilia, who had appeared out of nowhere, was smiling.

She seemed to have something to say.

Inside the cave, there were quite spacious and diverse areas.

Ian followed Asilia, who was leading the way.

Step

Asilia stopped walking where the light was hitting the ground.

When she looked up, light was coming in from a small hole in the ceiling.

Asilia turned around.

Not a single snowflake fell.

My child. Seems like I raised her wrong.

It was a confession.

If they remained silent for a while, there seemed to be no way out.

Ian scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

Did you notice?

When everyone talks about that child, they glance at you, Ian. Mothers are quick to notice things children when it comes to matters of their child.

Ian cautiously observed Asilias reaction.

Rather than her being an overwhelming authority

It felt more like discussing with a friends parent after a fight with that friend.

Sharon must be just a friend or even less than that.

Even if there was a hint of evidence, they would quickly retreat and request support from the princess.

Of course.

All of those plans have now gone up in smoke.

So, are you going to give up in the future?

No.

There is no giving up.

Itll just get a little harder.

No, maybe a lot harder.

So what?

To survive, you always have to consider the best course of action.

This game is inherently difficult.

If you sacrifice more sleep, think harder, train harder, and dont slack off, there are still plenty of options.

Strategies began to be developed in real time.

Even if we fail to gather evidence against Richard Pierce, I believe we can survive and leave the North. Its just that things will get a little more difficult from now on. The biggest problem with failing to contain Richard is that the influence of the Bloodstone Cult will seriously affect the entire continent. Especially if they quietly infiltrate the upper echelons of the Empire.

Asilia listened quietly, smiling, as Ian spoke.

First, we need to exert a little more political influence. Politics is essentially about peoples interests. Ive already built a good relationship with a journalist from the Imperial Gazette. If I ask him to exaggerate my activities a bit, that should be a start. Being named the Promising Mage of the Year is just the beginning.

Being named the Promising Mage of the Year.

Its not a grand title, but its certainly one of the most popular titles among the public.

The political issues regarding society, diplomacy, and so on will start to be pointed out. Especially focusing on areas where the Bloodstone Cult is silently exerting its influence. We can lead the support of the Third Princess. I will step forward as the face of the front, and she will be the political figurehead. We can also utilize Silvia Laurents connections. We need to simultaneously strategize and conquer all aspects of the economy, society, and politics.

Asilia stared at Ian.

His insights were profound, his plans bold yet meticulous.

And

Desperate.

In Asilias eyes, Ian seemed incredibly desperate.

Ians expression was composed, but the corners of his eyes trembled thinly.

His voice was composed, but his lips were parched.

Despite his confident demeanor, Asilia didnt miss the trembling of his fingertips.

Because that appearance resembled Asilia herself.

It was like her, after realizing Richards true nature and worrying.

And Asilia knows.

She knows the outcome if they continue down this path.

Anxiety intensifies tension.

Impatience and urgency grow.

Efforts are made to do a little better, plans are made.

But no matter how hard you try, no matter how perfect your plans are, there are things that cannot be achieved.

Sometimes, the answer lies not in effort.

If you dont realize that, the ending will always be tragic.

Asilia stared at Ians intensely serious gaze.

She looked into his slightly trembling pupils.

Ians mouth opened once again.

The problem lies with the Imperial Family. The influence of the First Princess is too strong. If they join hands with Raymond, the Second Prince will undoubtedly become more actively involved with the Bloodstone Cult and

Snowflakes scattered.

Along with the wind that entered through the ceiling, strands of dark blue hair fluttered.

Ian stopped speaking.

No, the words involuntarily stopped flowing.

Something touched his lips. It was soft flesh.

It didnt take long for Ian to realize that he was embraced by Asilia.

It was as natural as the wind wrapping around something.

Ian.

A soft voice tickled his ears.

A faint scent wafted through his nose.

Youve worked hard.

He wanted to say something in response.

But instead.

A deep inhale filled his body before leaving.

The tension eased.

Nestling even deeper into Asilias embrace, Ian finally realized.

That he had always lived like this, giving his all with every fiber of his being.

Asilia gently patted his back.

Youve really worked hard.

It was comforting.

It was the first time he heard it since coming here.