The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

"What exactly are you trying to convey?" An Su's eyelids twitched slightly, for all he wanted was to fast-forward to showing off and slapping faces.

"What I mean is that your knowledge is too weak now. There is no way you can defeat Her Majesty the Princess,"

the noble young man with pale green hair leaned close to An Su's ear, speaking with an air of authority and sanctity,

"I have some books here that can quickly elevate your level of knowledge. They come from an absolutely authentic source, and they will help you overcome that princess. In the end, you can train her harshly, do whatever unspeakable things you want!"

"..."

What kind of path is this?

A speech from someone who couldn't hold their head high left An Su at a loss for words.

An Su fell silent. His eyes widened as he scrutinized the person before him, recognizing something familiar in his features, especially the pale green hair, which seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

He remembered now. It was just last night in Crow Alley, a girl called "Chaos Escalator" who had exactly the same hair.

It dawned on An Su in an instant, the creature before him was an undercover agent sent by the Sanctuary of Chaos.

Came to deliver something to himself!

But in his memory, Chaos Escalator was clearly a girl.

An Su scrutinized the noble young man in front of him closely. Indeed, he could see the features of a man, but there was also a feminine softness between those brows. If it weren't for the holy knight's attire and instead a more androgynous outfit, it would be hard to tell the gender.

True to the Mysticism of Chaos, even gender is chaos.

So it turned out that the "escalator" in Chaos Escalator was actually supporting her.

An Su's opinion of the Mysticism of Chaos grew even higher.

With so many chaotic talents, the rise of the esoteric religion was just around the corner.

Seeing An Su lost in thought, Chaos Escalator Ael thought the temptation was not enticing enough and showed a thoughtful expression.

According to the usual plot, this frontier boy faced exclusion by everyone and was suppressed by the Holy Maiden of the capital. His psychology should be close to a darkened state.

Ael even studied beforehand. An Su was fifteen years old, an age most suitable for indulging in middle-school syndrome, prone to fantasizing about dark storylines involving revenge and grandstanding, such as "once I become evil, the whole world will tremble for me!" and the like.

Because Ael himself had gone through such a time—he was coaxed into the Esoteric Religion at the age of fifteen, thinking that turning to the dark side would make him look cool.

After observing all day, he felt the timing was perfect.

In An Su's moment of utmost isolation and a dire need for power, to corrupt him with forbidden knowledge, and then, once he has gained complete trust, to strike fiercely, take possession of his body.

Chaos Followers need to be bold, seizing opportunities and daring to take risks.

After this maneuver, he, Ael, would be the first to complete the mission and would inevitably become the Saint Heir.

Seeing An Su still hesitant, Ael decided to lead him on gently,

"This place isn't very convenient. If you're willing, I can send you a couple of books first. Just take a casual look, it's free anyway, consider it a gift between friends."

"If you want to see more knowledge, come to Crow Alley in the Lower City District three days later."

To achieve his goal, Ael had played his trump card, bringing out all of his most powerful tactics.

Ael was confident that once An Su started engaging with that forbidden knowledge, he would crave it like an addiction, eventually leaving the shelter of the Seven Gods Hall and willingly coming to Crow Alley.

When that moment came, he would be at his mercy!

An Su looked at Chaos Escalator standing before him with an eager face, reluctantly nodding his head.

As the most devout ecclesiast, he didn't really want them, blame it on the other's excessive enthusiasm, he decided to accept for now and read it with a critical eye.

Ael let out a satisfied smile, these kind of second-year teenagers were the easiest to manipulate.

The surrounding murmurs grew more intense. Their dealings unheard by anyone, in the eyes of onlookers, these two were engaged in a terrifying magic standoff, with passersby lowering their heartbeats, just waiting for the severe conflict to erupt.

One was the knight of the capital's Holy Maiden, a noble young man of great renown, the other was a youth favored by His Excellency Merlin from the frontier, bound to provoke a conflict.

An Su surveyed his surroundings, thinking to himself that things were not good.

Now this matter needed a smooth resolution.

An Su didn't want to attract attention, so he signaled Ael with a look. Ael responded with an understanding gaze, suggesting he got the message.

He understood quite well himself.

After all, everyone has been through this.

He knew An Su's thoughts. Like boys of this age, An Su definitely wanted to stand out, to show off his superiority, and to save face. To bridge their relationship, Ael was determined to give An Su enough respect.

He bit the tip of his tongue immediately, fresh blood flowing from his mouth as he stepped backwards half a step. He looked at An Su with an incredulous gaze and then spat out another mouthful of blood, clutching his chest, and muttered, "Such terrifying spiritual power, to think that just a glance from his eyes could wound my soul."

An Su's eyes turned near gray.

Do all the geniuses from the Sanctuary of Chaos have such a peculiar understanding?

Ael was a great actor. His pupils trembled, his shoulders shook, and blood spurted wildly. No longer able to support himself, he knelt on the ground. "Ansu, I've given you enough face now, haven't I?"

On the other side, the boy with gray-white hair still stood tall, his pale blue eyes filled with a lonely and aloof hue, his breath even, magic power flowing smoothly, as if he had done nothing at all, as if without any action, just a simple shake of his muscular body, a Fourth Order Knight was knocked down, unable to get up.

For a moment, all the magicians around were shocked.

This boy appeared ordinary in every aspect except his face, but to their surprise, he had reached such a profound level. They totally failed to see how An Su had made his move; just a glare was enough to bring the Fourth Order Knight to his knees.

That's what a real master of magic is like.

The enemy falls before he even moves, a mark of high magical skill.

It indicated that An Su's soul strength had already reached the extent where he could injure someone from afar, which is no wonder His Excellency Merlin favored him so much.

They asked themselves, they had never seen such a terrifying freak of nature, a Third Order surpassing a Fourth Order, and even a death with just one look, something not even the Great Mage in his youth could achieve.

Sensing that he had become the center of attention, An Su's mouth twitched slightly.
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This was getting too big... An Su hated trouble the most.

He stared at the Chaos Escalator lying on the ground playing dead, feeling exhausted in his heart.

Are they all comedians in the Mysticism of Chaos?

Ael, as a guard knight from the Imperial faction, being knocked down by someone directly, was no small matter. It caused a huge sensation immediately. This was related to the glory of the Holy Maiden of the Imperial City; they would not let this kid off easily.

Right away, several personal guards from the guard squad came out, all Fourth Order magicians, advancing on An Su with great momentum.

An Su wanted to explain to them that he had no hostile intentions, that it was all because of Ael's shenanigans, his eyes full of sincere apologies. But as An Su's sincere gaze met the first magician's, the latter fell to the ground.

"Such fearsome pressure!" he exclaimed.

An Su blinked several times, recognizing the boy. He's from the Painful Court.

Damn it, I don't want to show off!

As he looked to another magician behind, the man quickly covered his eyes, kneeling on the ground and cried out, "Spare my life!"

This one is an undercover agent from the Life Ecclesia.

You esoteric geniuses, all undercover around the princess, huh...

How am I supposed to earn any prestige like this!

In a moment, wherever An Su's gaze went, people were sprawling.

In everyone's sight, the geniuses knelt before the young man with the pale blue eyes.

The boy's face was calm, his gray-white hair fluttering in the wind, and deep within his humble and serene eyes stood a godlike figure, under whose gaze all seemed to submit.

Legend has it that only His Excellency the Archmage's pure white eyes possess such power—apparently, Merlin placed a hypnotism spell in his own eyes, putting his enemies to sleep, making it look as though with just a stern look from Merlin, an enemy's soul would shatter and lose consciousness.

The eyes of the young man before them possessed such terrifying spiritual power as well.

That day, An Su flipped three high-rank magicians with just three glances, tarnishing his fame.

The title [Pale Blue Eyes] began to circulate in the Imperial City. Like a rising new star, no one looked down on this young man from the borders any longer.

At the same time, the dispute over the succession to His Excellency the Archmage also gradually gained belief among more and more people. For a while, it seemed like a storm was approaching.

"An Su Moningsta, huh..."

Looking down upon the young man beneath Heaven, Princess Cersei revealed a cold expression, and lightly clicked her tongue.

"Tsk."