Carlos Arthur Ingram crossed the wall with a somewhat complicated heart. It was something he had postponed, thinking, “I’ll have to do it someday.”

In reality, he also put it off while enjoying being the emperor. Since there was nothing left beyond that wall anyway, he even avoided facing it. Perhaps the period of avoidance could have been longer. It could have taken decades or even hundreds of years.

However, today, he partially demolished the pinnacle of scholarship he had dedicated his life to and opened the way for himself without hesitation.

And without hesitation, he crossed the wall to do the homework he had postponed. The chilly air began to envelop his face. The temperature dropped as he faced north. Although he had just come near the wall and started to pass it, the cold temperature welcomed him.

“…Because of Rustica Genesis.”

Still, he had postponed it as it didn’t seem like the right time yet, and he had delayed dealing with the tasks of the kids kidnapped from Bella Hwangjo until he got bored. The Eastern noble class of Perseuta might hope for the wall to be erected again, but who knows. Any leader, once starting a war, hoped to gain as much profit as possible. In that sense, Carlos thought about pushing the wall up a bit more. He had enough qualifications to govern more territories.

“Because of Rustica Genesis.”

After 430 years, Carlos Arthur Ingram had crossed the wall himself, and ironically, it was because of that woman who had arrogantly claimed that the wall had to be crossed. It couldn’t be denied.

Because of that helpless and powerless woman, she had manipulated the last nobles of Bella Hwangjo in front of Cathart, and eventually, she had even lured that guy with her pretty face. Carlos honestly admired her. She was an extraordinary woman. Ultimately, this war happened because of her, a war that could have been postponed indefinitely. Indeed, she was a woman worthy of being by the emperor’s side.

“Do you find it so pleasing to be in a position to sneak in without declaring war?”

The chilly temperature, no, the cold, engulfed him. From behind, the confused cries of horses were heard.

“Enemy!”

“Where is this?”

The Imperial Knights of Caleta were suddenly facing a snowstorm and steep mountains. Snow piled up on the rugged mountain peaks, and although there was no cloud in the sky, snow was falling fiercely.

Suddenly faced with the harsh terrain of the Northern Mountain Range, Carlos remembered a very old name.

The Northern Frontier of Perseuta, the Carcennan Mountain Range. And in front of him stood Hayden Constantin Roshtana Bella, looking down on him as if he were trash.

“A pervert who peeks into other people’s privacy. What did this perverted bastard come to steal again?”
The tone of voice that seemed obvious about what he was thinking remained unwavering despite the pouring attacks. Instead, a loud rumble echoed through the mountains. Snow began to fall rapidly.

“Attack!”

“The path is too narrow!”

Clearly, they should have been beyond Cathart after crossing the wall, the southern border of Perseuta. Why are they here? They were attacked from the moment they entered. Carlos immediately cast large-scale teleportation magic. The entire Imperial Knights, who were engulfed in a snowstorm, moved back to the front of Cathart.

“Wake up!”

“He’s back!”

Carlos, calming his horse, looked ahead. Definitely, they had broken through the wall and entered, but why were they going to the Carcennan Mountain Range?

“Check the personnel!”

They couldn’t go back to where they were advancing beyond the wall.

“Examine the front.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

In the midst of the swirling snowstorm, they didn’t know what damage might have occurred. Wizards started to inspect the surroundings, searching for any hidden magic. Carlos also checked all the curses he had cast.

People’s opinions on revenge vary. Some say forgive instead of seeking revenge, while others, fearing greater retaliation, give up. Some dream of endless cruel retaliation, while others promise to give back only as much as they received. Some wished for the opponent’s life, and some even wished for more. When resentment is bone-deep, even death may seem merciful.

Although the resentment was deep, Opheleia, who had been too powerless to even think about surviving another day, had recently started to rethink revenge.

“It means I have become relaxed enough.”

She spoke softly, looking at the half-face of Loo. Loo was holding Opheleia’s hand. A white light continued to flow into her body lying on the bed.

“What revenge are you thinking of?”

“Oh, I don’t even wish for that guy to die.”

Having endured Carlos like a giant burden, Opheleia decided to start with something very small. No one knows when that small wish will grow.

“Just seeing that arrogant pride being thoroughly crushed would be enough. Just looking at that expression would be refreshing.”

“Is that enough?”

Surprised, Loo looked at her with wide eyes.

“For now.”