In the southern region of the Ancient Battlefield, the atmosphere was completely unlike how it was elsewhere. There were well built cities, beautiful stretches of manmade rivers, and even the semblance of blue skies up above that looked so real it was impossible to tell it came from an array.

At one particular city, an imposing woman with beauty beyond words took command. She stood in the skies, her violet hair gently wafting an intoxicating fragrance that made one’s bones go soft.

Yet, those below, listening to her commands, didn’t dare to look on for too long. This woman was an Overlord. Not only that, but she was the wife of their Emperor. Even if they were a hundred times bolder, they wouldn’t dare encroach upon her dignity.

Once she finished giving her orders, the armies moved out once more.

Over the past few days, they had seen an overwhelming spike in their success. It wasn’t that they had gotten stronger, but rather that their enemy seemed far weaker. For reasons unknown to them currently, the entire Ancient Battlefield seemed entirely focused on the eastern region, leaving the southern region with an absence of proper protections.

Watching the armies march out from the large city gates, the beauty’s gaze flickered with a complicated expression, a large majority of which was made up of worry. It was then that a sudden fluctuation of space caught her attention toward her back, but she was immediately engulfed by strong arms and pulled in.

No one below seemed to witness the disappearance of their Empress.

The beauty, however, didn’t panic. She found herself in a familiar embrace, her head buried deeply into the culprit’s chest. She could hear the erratic beating of his heart and could feel both his warmth and his rage.

“Dyon, what happened to you?” She spoke softly.

Whatever words she wanted to follow this question up with were stifled by a suffocating pair of lips. Her limbs went soft in an instant, the entirety of her weight falling into Dyon’s arms.

Her ample chest pressed into his sturdy frame, her lower abdomen heating up as a steadily growing rod pushed more and more strongly against her.

“Madeleine.” Dyon cupped his wife’s face, feeling her delicate, soft skin sink into his sturdy hands. He almost felt appalled sullying her in this way. “… Don’t ever leave me, okay…?”

Madeleine’s heart trembled at these words, her eyes inadvertently tearing up out of her control.

Her small hands firmly gripped Dyon’s own, a fire lighting deep within her gaze that didn’t need to be spoken of with words.

“What happened?”

Dyon began to slowly explain what had occurred over the past several weeks.

“Is Ri in danger?” Madeleine asked worriedly.

“I can’t tell what the motives of the World Tree is. I’m not even sure if it is the main culprit behind all of these things.”

“Its motive really is too obscure.” Madeleine bit her bottom lip. “Right now, a lot of Little Sister Ri’s strength is reliant on the World Tree and her fairies. If she suddenly loses them at an inopportune time…”

One can imagine now where Dyon’s rage might have stemmed from. The issue was that he couldn’t rashly speak with Ri about this either without alerting the World Tree.

Dyon had become used to being able to hide anything from anyone in recent years, but an entity that could control an entire world was far beyond his means. Even if they were separated by an entire world, Dyon didn’t dare underestimate it.

If he acted without a plan and put Ri’s life in danger… He didn’t dare think of the consequences.

His only possible solution was to speak with the old man. Maybe he would know something that Dyon himself wasn’t yet qualified to know. But… Would even Abraxus be capable of dealing with the rule of a World? Dyon had no idea…

Seeing Dyon’s gaze clouding over with flickering black flames once again, Madeleine closed the distance between them and hugged him with all of her might.

“… If anything happens to Ri…”

The hoarseness of Dyon’s voice was so pervasive that it sounded no different from a beast’s growl. Madeleine could feel every fiber of his being, she knew well how close he was to imploding. If it wasn’t for the fact he cared for her just as much as he did Ri… Maybe he already would have.

Madeleine’s intelligent gaze flickered in Dyon’s embrace. She remembered years ago, just when Dyon was taking his celestial tribulation, the hamster twins warned her not to say too much. She could somehow see through things that Dyon could not despite her knowing that Dyon was more than intelligent enough to deduce what she had with ease.

But now, hearing the flurry of thoughts going through Dyon’s mind, though some doubts were solved, some others deepened by several levels.

What she was certain of was that there were eight women in Dyon’s life that he would destroy everything if anything should happen to. Though Dyon didn’t admit it even to himself, she knew well who these eight women were.

If something should really happen to Ri, let alone the World Tree itself, Madeleine didn’t have any doubt in her mind that Dyon would bury its entire world along with her.

The ruler of a world? Was that something capable of stopping her husband?

Madeleine suddenly blinked in confusion at these out of place thoughts of hers. She had always been confident in Dyon, but why was she suddenly so certain that the World Tree was an ant before him…?