Everything in sight was a tempting force for Carlos. He had to absorb it all.

Especially those he had captured properly over the past 430 years, such as the faithful servants of the Western Sage and the Imperial Knights composed of promising talents, led by the Count and Countess Flache.

No matter how much this land was managed and cherished by the Western Sage, Carlos had already completely subdued her here.

Could he succeed twice after the first time? Moreover, this time, there were also the Imperial Knights.

Yes, the Imperial Knights he had personally trained to stop those crossing the barrier.

“Airborne!”

When Imperialle summoned deities and attacked, the Imperial Knights immediately shot magic upward.

Fire, wind, and water danced in the dusty wasteland. Carlos reached out directly towards Ophelia without hesitation.

Yes, unconsciously, he still saw her as the Ophelia from 430 years ago.

He had already obtained information that among the current status of the sages recognized as soon as the barrier opened, she couldn’t do anything.

However, the curse he offered was cut off in the air, never reaching its target.

A knight wielding a sword and spreading magic soared into the air. And Carlos, in turn, received a powerful attack hitting his spine.

“Don’t get swept away, be careful!”

Milene shouted loudly and turned her reins to descend again.

Ophelia, clenching her fists, was walking steadily. Disturbance surged around her. The humiliation she received when the towering Mausoleum collapsed, the resentment for the stolen freedom, swirled and raged like a violent storm.

Bang, bang, the wasteland around Carlos boomed loudly.

He felt irritated by the tingling sensation in his spine.

Carlos, who detested fighting physically and preferred to launch mental attacks, found himself experiencing physical pain more frequently these days.

“Since when was it?”

But before he could continue that thought, Ophelia revealed her teeth and fiercely attacked him. Carlos blocked the attack for now.

Although the Imperial Knights did not interfere with the Emperor’s fight, the situation was different for those present here.

The sound of pounding the shield with an anvil echoed loudly, and the surrounding air burst.

Milene and Edan, a couple in perfect harmony, relentlessly hammered Carlos’s rear as he faced Ophelia.

“This is insane!”

Somewhere, a voice directed towards them made Edan raise his head and recognize a familiar face.

“Hey, are you still active?”

They were Imperial Knights, so it was natural for them to recognize familiar faces. Of course, there were only a few.

As Imperial Knights, it was impossible to fight without injury for a long time against monsters. Typically, they either retired due to injuries or got involved in political struggles and were pushed aside.

“Didn’t you retire already, you bastard!”

From the perspective of the Imperial Knights, the couple was a traitor. Imperial Knights hiding in Imperialle knew that there were more than just a couple of them, which made them even more angry and shocked.

So, such a reaction was natural, and although Milene understood that, she directly swung her sword, rushing towards them. The face of the ruthless warrior was splattered with blood.

“Honey, are you okay?”

Edan removed the spear aimed at Milene and asked. Tying back her fluttering hair, she answered dryly.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

The bewildered Imperial Knights raised their swords, guarding against them.

“I’m fine, honey.”

“Yes.”

Edan replied dutifully to his wife’s words.
“From the moment he joined, I disliked this guy. I thought I’d crush him to death if he crossed me once.”

Since the days of the Imperial Knights, he was someone Edan clashed with whenever they crossed paths.

Even though she had forgotten his name, Milene, who remembered only his dirty appearance, furrowed her brows and swung her sword.

With each swing, magic clashed, and the blade cut through bone and flesh.

“He’s a lucky bastard even when dying.”

“That’s true. He died too easily.”

Don’t mess with other people’s husbands. Milene, closely monitoring the flow of Imperialle and Ophelia, calmly wielded her sword against her former colleagues.

“No, there’s no glory in killing you yourself.”

With three children, and one of them already engaged, the Flache Count, who was once known as the Iron Lady, smiled like a boy and directed Carlos’s attack towards the Imperial Knights.

After a wicked smile, Milene seized the opportunity to attack her husband. While Carlos fiercely fought Ophelia, Milene aimed for the gap.

Only the Imperialle subordinates watching them shook their heads. Whether to admire the couple for managing to maintain a romantic relationship on the battlefield or to be impressed by their leisure and skills, it was uncertain.

Anyway, the subordinates had to keep their evil and screaming thoughts to themselves. In any case, they were in the midst of battle, and deadly magic aimed at them from all directions.

In fact, the most threatening thing was the aftermath of Ophelia and Carlos’s fight.