Chapter 1251: Chapter 1238: River of Divine Blood Chapter 1251: Chapter 1238: River of Divine Blood “What is causing this tremor?” Suddenly agitated, the inexperienced young girl furrowed her brows, “Is there a problem with Ptolemy?”

“Hila, go ask the Chief Steward what caused the tremor just now?”

“Yes, Your Highness!” The handmaid serving nearby accepted the order and was about to find the steward, but as she just turned around, she saw a child who had appeared behind her at some unknown time,
“Ah—”
Even though it was not some terrifyingly ugly creature, such unexpectedly sudden events still made the comparatively young handmaid scream, then she hurriedly retreated several steps.

Then, the young girl demonstrated the proper comportment expected of a royal handmaid. Crimson light surged over her body, then gathered between her hands, a ball of crimson flame appeared in her palm,
“There is an assassin.”

The handmaid, having mobilized all her strength in an instant, did not rush to attack but instead used her clear voice to shout loudly, calling for help. Then she threw the spherical flame in her hands at the child, who was clearly not one of the Yuguang people.

“Not bad, vigilance-wise.” Muria caught the flame with his hand, as effortlessly as if catching a small ball thrown by the girl, which greatly alarmed the young handmaid.

“How is that possible?” When something beyond her comprehension happened before her, the handmaid panicked, but she still did not forget her duty,
“Princess, you run away, I will stop him. It won’t be long before the guards come and capture this guy.”

“Hila, stand down!”

“Your Highness?” The young handmaid turned around, somewhat despairingly realizing that not only had the princess not fled, but she was also standing behind her with a smile, watching the sinister-acting child before her.

“Why aren’t you leaving?”

“He is here for me.” Although she had no memories, Princess Astia was certain that the figure before her bore no malicious intent and would not harm her.

“Of course he is here for you, he is an assassin.” The young handmaid panicked.

“Little one, don’t talk nonsense before you understand the situation. Why would I harm my wife?”

Muria, with a warm smile, looked at the two young girls before him. Having found the person he cared about most, Muria’s mood became much more relaxed and joyful.

“Wife? What nonsense are you spouting? In a few days, Her Highness is supposed to have the engagement ceremony with Duke Vijay Kumar.”

The young handmaid loudly protested, while also inwardly cursing her luck. Encountering an assassin was bad enough, let alone one who was delusional. Who knew what he might do.

“It’s been canceled.”

“What?”

“Your Majesty just issued the order.” Muria waved his hand, “Alright, that’s enough fooling around. Loyal little one, off you go to play, and do not disturb the reunion with my wife anymore.”

An irresistible force acted upon her, the young handmaid found the scene before her eyes changing rapidly, and by the time her vision cleared, she was so frightened that she immediately kneeled to the ground, “Your Majesty!”

“Where have you sent my handmaid?” Merely by feeling, although she had seen her handmaid disappear right before her eyes, Astia was sure that her handmaid was safe.

“To a place where she won’t be able to disturb us for a short while.” Muria looked intently at the girl before him, feeling an unusual sensation, “By the way, do you recognize me?”

“I do not.” Princess Astia very sincerely shook her head.

“Since you don’t recognize me, why are you not the least bit wary of me?” Muria was curious. At such a close range, he could ascertain that his companion Michaela was also in a sleeping state, yet her reincarnation’s attitude was oddly strange.

“Because I feel you won’t harm me.”

“You trust your feelings that much? Aren’t you worried your feelings might be wrong?”

“My feelings have never been wrong, it’s my talent,” said the girl with a sweep of crimson hair, smiling as she tapped her forehead lightly.

“Is that so, then can you guess my identity?”

“My future partner?” The girl tilted her head, staring at Muria’s childlike body, then unconsciously responded with a teasing tone.

“No, not just the future, but also the past.”

“Then what you just said about dissolving my engagement with Duke Vijay Kumar, is that true?” There was an uncontrollable excitement in the girl’s voice.

“Of course.”

“But how is that possible?”

“Nothing is impossible. That’s what the empress herself told me in my presence. If she doesn’t implement it, I will make her aware of the consequences.”

“How did you make her agree to it?”

“Quite simple, through intimidation.” Muria walked towards the girl, who had no guard against him, extending his hand.

“Intimidation?” The girl paused slightly, then suddenly felt something scorching touching her. Instinctively, she stepped back, only to realize that the child was reaching out to touch her face.

Then she saw the disappointment in the child’s eyes. “Indeed, you’re not her. If it were her, she wouldn’t have stepped back at all when facing me.”

“Who is ‘she’ that you’re talking about?” The girl, completely clueless about the background and outcome of the situation, still managed to accept everything before her with considerable calmness.

“Your past life, my true wife.”

…

Golden divine blood spread across the shattered Land of the Gods, divine radiance pervaded the sky illuminated by thunder, and like monumental mountains, shattered divine bodies were scattered around.

The culprit behind all this, Titan, bathed countless times in divine blood, sat on the Divine Throne, supporting his slightly tilted head with his palm, gazing down at the shattered land below.

“Boring, is this all there is?”

His voice was essentially dripping with disappointment; after a long wait, he had finally faced three deities who had come to rescue their companion, but the outcome of the great battle still massively disappointed Titan.

“I have lost my patience. Tell me, how do I reach the summit of the Thousand Mountains, where your father resides?”

After two great battles and carving an easy victory for himself, Titan lowered his head to look at the deity he had stepped on like a footstone.

From the severed scar, golden divine blood still flowed forth, also contributing to the river spreading across the land. Even with his head severed, this deity had not perished.

“Are you mad? You actually want to challenge my father; do you not know of His renown?”

“I do, and therefore I am interested in Him.”

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