My Celestial Ascension

“Yuan, I won’t beat around the bush and will get straight to the point,” Emperor Lucien said the moment Yuan and his wives arrived before him. He looked visibly concerned, his face glistening with sweat.

“That’s very wise of you, Your Highness. Please, continue,” Yuan replied with a polite smile. He appreciated Emperor Lucien’s straightforward nature.

Emperor Lucien nodded, his expression serious. “The war between the Lionheart Empire and the Holy Church has officially begun. Both sides have suffered massive casualties and lost many soldiers.”

“Currently, the Holy Church holds the advantage in this war due to their overwhelming number of soldiers. However, Emperor Philip was clever enough to reduce their numbers significantly using hidden traps scattered all over the battlefield.”

Having laid out the current state of the war, Emperor Lucien took a deep breath, visibly trying to compose himself. The tension in his posture showed just how much the war was weighing on him.

“I see… I didn’t expect the war to begin so soon,” Yuan muttered thoughtfully. “I thought both parties would at least hold a diplomatic meeting before declaring war. It seems the Holy Church truly wishes to destroy the Lionheart Empire.”

“Indeed. ‘Desperate’ would be a more accurate word,” Empress Elendriel said, her voice laced with worry. “Their goal is to take over the entire continent. This is only the beginning.”

Before the Holy Church seized control of the Holy Light Empire, the Imperial Family had been in power—and during that time, they shared a strong and friendly alliance with the Lionheart Empire. However, once the Holy Church came to power, that relationship quickly soured, mostly due to their increasingly unreasonable demands.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Valeria said with a soft chuckle. But her eyes soon turned cold, radiating deep hatred as she glanced toward the windows, lost in her own thoughts. Her disdain for the Holy Church was unmistakable.

Turning her gaze to Emperor Lucien, she spoke, “I thank His Highness for informing us about the war. I’m sincerely grateful for that.”

“I’m glad my information is satisfactory to you, Lady Valeria,” Emperor Lucien replied with a light smile.

Empress Elendriel, who had remained mostly quiet until now, looked at Yuan and his wives with visible curiosity. Her gaze lingered on each of them, as if trying to decipher their thoughts and intentions.

Just as Yuan and the others were about to turn to leave, her voice suddenly rang out.

“Lady Valeria, are you perhaps planning to join the war?”

Valeria stopped in her tracks. A wide grin spread across her face as she slowly turned to face Empress Elendriel, a cold glint in her eyes.

“Isn’t it quite obvious already? I’ll not just fight this war as the Princess of the Lionheart Empire—I’m going to destroy the army of the Holy Church right before the Pope’s very eyes,” Valeria declared, a vicious grin spreading across her face.

“He will be forced to witness the downfall of the very army he takes pride in. He will feel the weight of my wrath. It will be quite the amusing sight, wouldn’t you agree?”

“O-Of course, of course… Lady Valeria. That will indeed be an amusing sight to witness… hehe,” Emperor Lucien replied, laughing awkwardly as he nodded. The fear in his eyes was unmistakable.

After that, Yuan and his wives returned to their room to change. They all decided to wear black outfits, knowing blood wouldn’t be easily visible on them.

Vanessa, however, chose to stay behind at the palace to accompany Aisha, Miss Zara, and Little Zoe. She had never liked killing, and war wasn’t something she wanted to be part of. Instead, she chose to stay and continue mastering her techniques peacefully.

Yuan and the others respected her decision completely. They knew they couldn’t and wouldn’t force someone they loved to do something that went against their nature.

Before leaving the room, Yuan gently pulled Vanessa into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her slender waist. A soft, warm smile bloomed on her lips.

“L-Little Husband, what are you doing to this old lady?” Vanessa asked with a teasing smile, her cheeks turning pink as she looked into his eyes.

She felt even more embarrassed when she noticed her daughter grinning at them widely. Her face flushed even deeper at the realization that Valeria had witnessed the whole thing.

“What am I doing? Obviously, I’m kissing my beautiful wife,” Yuan replied with a tender smile, and before she could say another word, he leaned in and kissed her softly.

What started as a gentle kiss quickly turned into something more passionate, and Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with equal fervor.

Despite her earlier embarrassment, she quickly dismissed the presence of her daughter. After all, considering the things Valeria had already seen between them, a kiss was hardly scandalous.

After a few moments, the kiss ended. They rested their foreheads together and exchanged quiet, knowing smiles.

“For now, you’ll have to be satisfied with just this. Okay?” Yuan whispered.

“Okay. I’ll be waiting for your return,” Vanessa replied softly, her face glowing with affection and her cheeks still tinged red.

Yuan kissed her gently on the forehead before turning around and leaving the room with the rest of his wives. Their goal was simple and unwavering—to destroy the Holy Church on the battlefield.

—

Clang! Clang!

Sparks flew violently through the air as King Richard and Sir Alaric clashed, their swords sending shockwaves across the battlefield that knocked down nearby soldiers and shook the ground.

“Incredible! I can’t even see their movements! They’re moving way too fast!” a nearby soldier cried out in awe and terror, watching the duel unfold.

“T-This is unbelievable! How could he match Sir Alaric’s power? Is he really just the king of a small kingdom??”

The soldiers of the Holy Church were stunned as they watched the fierce duel unfold between King Richard and Sir Alaric.

Their swords clashed so violently and swiftly that even standing near them was dangerous—several unfortunate soldiers had already been injured by the residual force of their strikes.

“I’m surprised you can keep up with me… But soon, your mana will run out. What will you do then?” Sir Alaric sneered, his lips curling into a wide, cruel grin as he launched another relentless flurry of attacks.

“Hmph! I’ll fight you with physical strength alone if I must. You, of all people, don’t get to feel pity for me.” King Richard retorted coldly, parrying the blow with sheer willpower and grit.

“Such arrogance from a mere king! Now die! Anyone who opposes the Holy Church forfeits the right to live!” Sir Alaric bellowed, raising his sword high into the sky.

A blinding golden light enveloped his weapon, surging with divine energy as he brought it crashing down toward King Richard.

“I see… You people from the Holy Church always walk around with your noses in the clouds. A nest of hypocrisy, all of you,” King Richard spat, his eyes narrowing with disdain.

“You dare spout such filth from your disgusting mouth, you lowlife?! Die!!” Sir Alaric’s face twisted with rage at King Richard’s words.

Enraged, he began swinging his sword wildly, his strikes turning savage and erratic, like a mad beast let loose on the battlefield.

“Oh my, did I strike a nerve?” King Richard smirked, effortlessly dodging the berserk blows by channeling mana into his legs, his movements swift and fluid.

BOOOOMMM! BOOOOOMMMM!!

Suddenly, massive explosions erupted on the opposite side of the battlefield. The shockwaves were so intense that soldiers from both sides were launched into the air like leaves in a storm. Dust and smoke billowed into the sky, covering the field in a haze of war.

In the midst of the chaos, Emperor Philip was locked in a desperate battle against two of the Holy Knight Commanders. Though he held his own, it was clear he was being pushed back—both Commanders outmatched him in raw power and refined technique.

Swish! Bang!

Out of nowhere, two powerful magical attacks struck the Commanders from behind, blasting them several meters away from the embattled Emperor.

“Your Highness, please leave these two to us. We’ll handle them!” One of the Magic Knight Captains who had rushed to Philip’s aid stepped forward, his gaze firm and focused on the Holy Knight Commanders.

“How dare you run from battle, you cowardly emperor!”

“Get back here and fight!”

The Commanders roared in fury, their pride wounded as they saw Emperor Philip retreat.

But just as they prepared to chase after him, the two Magic Knight Captains leapt into action, cutting off their path. Sparks flew as swords met mid-air, forcing the Holy Knight Commanders to face new, determined opponents.

“Where do you both think you’re going? You two aren’t going anywhere!” one of the Magic Knight Captains shouted with a wide grin, gripping his sword tightly as he blocked the path forward.

“Ganging up on a single man and still daring to call His Highness a coward… You two aren’t worthy of being called knights—especially not Holy Knights!” the other Magic Knight Captain declared. His voice thundered across the battlefield, drawing the attention of nearby soldiers.

“W-What did you just say?! Did you just indirectly call us cowards? How dare you?!”

The two Holy Knight Commanders instantly erupted in rage, their composure cracking as they launched themselves toward the Magic Knight Captains with a flurry of violent attacks.

“Hahaha! Did we hit a nerve by mistake?” one of the Captains said, smirking as he exchanged a glance with his comrade.

“It appears we indeed struck a sensitive spot,” the other replied with a grin, parrying a fierce blow with the back of his blade as the battle intensified.

Meanwhile, Emperor Philip continued forging his way through the chaos, cutting down enemy soldiers left and right with swift and deadly precision. His golden armor was now stained with blood, but he didn’t slow down—not for a second.

His eyes were locked on the luxurious, heavily guarded chariot positioned at the edge of the battlefield. The Pope sat inside, calm and unmoved, as if the war was nothing more than a spectacle meant for his amusement.

But getting there would be no simple feat.

Two Holy Knight Commanders stood near the chariot like immovable statues. Their auras were sharp and overwhelming, making it abundantly clear—they were not just ordinary Holy Knights. These two were monsters.

— Far above the clouds, Yuan and his wives soared through the sky at incredible speed, tearing through the wind as they covered hundreds of kilometers in mere minutes. Soon, the battlefield came into view—a vast expanse of chaos, blood, and fire.

“Emperor Lucien wasn’t lying. The battle has already begun,” Valeria muttered, her eyes narrowing as she activated her Divine Sense, scanning the carnage below as they flew.

“It seems Lucien is quite reliable. I like his straightforward personality,” Yuan commented with a calm smile as he flew beside her.

“Indeed, he is,” Valeria nodded, though her gaze remained fixed on the battlefield. Her eyes turned colder as her Divine Sense focused on a certain area.

‘What is that idiot brother of mine doing?! Why isn’t he focusing on killing the enemy leaders? He’s wasting his time on foot soldiers! That fool!’ Valeria cursed internally, her jaw tightening as she watched her younger brother engage with rank-and-file enemies instead of prioritizing the strategic targets.

A sharp glint appeared in her eyes as her body glowed faintly with radiant power.

“It’s time,” she said, her voice low but commanding.

Yuan and the others nodded silently. They all understood—this wasn’t just another battle.

This was the beginning of the Holy Church’s end.

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