Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 516 Only children do multiple choice questions

early morning.

Warm sunlight streamed into the luxurious room, casting a magnificent glow on Priscilla, who lay upright on the bed, making her stunningly beautiful face appear even more divine...

If that face hadn't been shrouded in the rosy glow, making it appear exceptionally dreamlike...

【Sun's Blessing】is truly a wonderful thing, providing a comprehensive boost that naturally incorporates strength, speed, stamina, and recovery speed.

If the Yang Sword were summoned, it could be improved even further, but... it's a bit much to use the chosen sword of the Vladimir Empire for such a morning lesson, so this is fine as it is.

Lu Ke leisurely closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and accepted the Sun Princess's morning service with a clear conscience. Even when he heard her aggrieved, soft, and coquettish voice, he did not soften his heart.

This is punishment for almost losing to "Gut Hunter" due to underestimating the enemy, and it has been going on for more than half a month. Luke said it will not stop until Princess Sun makes a magnificent comeback.

It sounded a bit excessive, but Priscilla stubbornly accepted it.

"You bastard... when I'm stronger than you... I'll definitely..."

"Hmm? What do you plan to do after you become stronger than me?"

Priscilla raised her face, which was even more beautiful when it was glistening with tears, "I'll put you under house arrest... so you can only live shamelessly by relying on me..."

Luke smiled and reached out to wipe away the tears from Priscilla's reddened eyes.

"Sounds like a great, laid-back lifestyle, I'm quite interested... I'll pay part of the rent first."

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After the somewhat lengthy morning classes ended, Luke enjoyed the lingering feeling for a while. As Priscilla gradually regained her strength under the sunlight, she completed her washing up under the care of the Sun Princess.

A moment later, the two, dressed in their finest clothes, went out and sat down side by side on the sofa in the living room to enjoy their leisurely morning.

Rem brought over two cups of fragrant coffee at just the right moment, carefully placing them in front of the two of them, then stepped back with the tray to await further instructions.

After spending more than half a month together, she had become familiar with the daily routines of the two chosen ones and was able to provide the most perfect service at the right time. However, this also took up a lot of her time, leaving Ram to handle all the work in the huge mansion on her own.

After two days of trying, the not-so-diligent older sister decisively gave up doing housework by herself and conscripted Sato Kazuma and Natsuki Subaru, who were often free, as servants to do odd jobs.

The former made a huge scene, demanding to know why she did such a thing, but was dismissed by her sharp-tongued older sister with the reply, "Anyway, the guests are here because of Prince Luke's influence. Lady Beatrice's guidance is quite valuable, so consider it tuition."

Natsuki Subaru readily agreed to the job, knowing that his "Archbishop of Sin" could only develop by killing the bishops in the Witch Cult to obtain Witch Factors. He directly transformed into the protagonist of an RPG game, going around building up favorability, hoping to get help at a crucial moment.

Besides working at the mansion, Natsuki Subaru also frequently went to help out in nearby villages.

His idea wasn't wrong; helping villagers slaughter livestock could indeed earn experience points. However, he didn't receive the "Game's Blessing" like Kazuma Sato. It's unclear whether this blessing was unique or because he belonged to this world.

After more than half a month, Natsuki Subaru's experience gained barely reached level three. Moreover, due to the fact that the [Archbishop of Sin] class only has one passive ability, [Adaptability], he is still in the same weak state as before, and he is extremely envious of Sato Kazuma's gradually improving magic level.

However, he also vaguely guessed that his professional potential was huge. As long as he could start by defeating a high-ranking archbishop, the subsequent events would snowball like dominoes, so he was not too disappointed.

"Thank you, Rem."

Priscilla looked down at Rem and expressed her gratitude, then picked up her coffee and savored it, a satisfied smile on her face. Rem's skills were excellent; even someone as picky as Priscilla couldn't find fault with it.

"Aren't you really going to consider accepting my offer? It's such a waste for someone like you to be working for Roswaal."

Rem glanced at Luke unconsciously with her light blue eyes, then picked up her maid outfit and bowed respectfully: "I'm very sorry, Princess Priscilla, but Rem only wants to be with her sister, so I have to decline your offer."

Priscilla crossed her legs, closed her folding fan, and rested it on her chin. "For your sake, Ram can come over too. I don't mind having a clumsy maid."

“It’s not that I’m clumsy… My older sister is far superior to Rem. Rem is nowhere near as good as my older sister. It’s just that Your Highness Priscilla didn’t see it…”

My older sister was once an unparalleled genius, a "child prodigy" who was stronger than the Great Elder of the Demon Clan from birth. It was only because of her that the Witch Cult cut off the "horn" that was the source of the Demon Clan's power...

Rem lowered her head and clenched her fingers, suppressing the anger in her eyes, but then she heard Priscilla's cry of pain.

She looked up and saw the once arrogant Sun Princess covering her forehead, looking at Lu Ke with a face full of accusation.

"If you can't speak well, then speak less. Don't make judgments so easily. Also, don't speak ill of your older sister in front of your younger sister. Would you be happy if you were in her shoes?"

Priscilla sneered upon hearing this, "More than happy, I should reward the person who said this."

Lu Ke: "..."

Almost forgot, the struggles between siblings in the royal family of the Holy Flavia Empire were quite fierce. They even killed each other during the ceremony to choose the sole heir. Priscilla and her sister were sworn enemies who stabbed each other in the back.

Luke coughed lightly, beckoned to Rem, and gently patted her head after the maid came over.

"I know that both Rem and Ram are excellent maids, but don't always assume that Ram is necessarily better than Rem. Ram can do things that Rem can't, and vice versa."

Rem's face gradually turned red as she was stroked, her heart pounding rapidly. An unfamiliar emotion welled up inside her, causing her to lower her head even further.

"At least personally, I prefer Rem, and I should remember that."

The sound piercing her eardrums seemed to resonate with her heart, making it race. She could only frantically take a step back, stammering:

"Rem... Rem needs to prepare lunch now. Your Highnesses, please call Rem again if you need anything. Farewell!"

After quickly saying those words, she turned and ran away in a panic.

"If you have something on your mind, you can talk to me privately. Whether it's your problem or Ram's, you can talk to me. Maybe I can help."

He called out to Rem's retreating figure, and when he saw her pause for a moment before continuing to run, Luke couldn't help but smile. Turning around, he saw Priscilla's amused smile.

"What a philandering man! He already has a concubine, isn't he satisfied?"

Luke answered honestly, "Yes, you're completely incapable, both in terms of stamina and physical strength. You were just crying and shaking your head, trying to push me away."

Priscilla's face stiffened, and after humming twice, she felt guilty and didn't pursue the matter further.

The Holy Flavia Empire is a country that follows the law of the jungle, where the strong rule and dominate everything. Even a proud person like Priscilla submits to this system in her heart.

Moreover, the "emperors" of Flavia generally had large harems; otherwise, her brothers and sisters would not have numbered such an exaggerated number of more than a hundred.

When she was subdued by Lu Ke, she had already decided that her man was a more noble being than the "emperor," so it was normal for him to have other women.

So you like your sister?

"Only children make choices; adults like me want it all."

Luke made no attempt to hide his desire, frankly answering that Ram and Rem were identical in appearance except for their hair color, and he wanted to test if everything else was the same. Priscilla rolled her eyes, then seemed to remember something, her expression turning serious:
"The royal selection will officially begin in a week. After learning of your existence, Anastasia and Crusch seem to be seizing the time to expand their power and have already formed an alliance. Should we keep an eye on them?"

"Let them do whatever they want, I don't care about such trivial matters."

Lu Ke waved his hand. For him, Wang Xuan was just a very simple game, the kind that could be completed with a flick of the finger. If the other side could increase the difficulty, it would be a pleasant surprise.

Such a calm yet absolute answer made Priscilla's eyes gleam with an unusual light. She looked deeply at Luke, her eyes filled with affection, and she crossed her legs and rubbed them together.

It just ended not long ago...

"That's excessive confidence, but that's exactly the kind of man I love."

"Really? I thought you were the one being investigated?"

Priscilla glared at him: "No one can do such a thing without strength far surpassing mine, and it is also a manifestation of male power. I do not deny that there is a part of that in it."

After all, she was a woman, and it wasn't elegant or in line with her aesthetic sense to talk about such things all the time. So Priscilla changed the subject and brought up something else.

"Aldibalan has betrayed us."

Lu Ke's spirits lifted; this matter interested him even more than what had been discussed earlier.

"Oh? When did it happen?"

"The news I received yesterday, considering the distance between my territory and Roswaal's mansion, must have come from two or three days ago."

Priscilla's face turned cold when she spoke of this, clearly indicating her displeasure.

"Before leaving, he also took some of my treasures and nearly a third of my troops with him... That guy actually managed to turn so many people against me without me even realizing it."

Luke smiled silently. "It seems your servants are more useful than you thought."

"They'll definitely cause you trouble during the royal selection period. It goes without saying that Aldibalan has always been infatuated with me, and that's probably the reason for his rebellion."

Priscilla said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Who told you to be so forceful in taking me away from him, leaving him no chance at all?"

"I remember it was you who provoked me and caused this situation."

Lu Ke shrugged nonchalantly. What consequences, timing, or mental state? Thinking too much about these things would only lead to procrastination, and then being interrupted by some random third wheel, turning it into a fake car situation.

Kazuma, and countless other male protagonists in light novels, remain virgins for this very reason.

If you hesitate, you will lose!
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late at night.

Roswaal stood by the window, gently stroking the Gospel in his hand, and tossed a high-purity magic crystal to Ram from afar, his voice indifferent.

"It's been a while now, and you've had quite a bit of contact with each other. Tell me what you think of Lu Ke as a person."

Ram gripped the magic crystal tightly, her eyes dimming with disappointment.
Roswaal always had someone in her heart, so she would never do anything that crossed the line with him. The hug that Mana gave her to keep her alive was the most intimate thing she could do.

Since Luke came here and read the Gospels, he has had absolutely no intention of making any contact with anyone... as if he were keeping his chastity for a certain woman.

"From my perspective, Prince Luke is a very good leader. He is approachable and kind to me and Rem. He seems lazy and unmotivated. Aside from going fishing and flying away, he spends his time chatting with Subaru Natsuki and Kazuma Sato."

"Yes, very casual. The ability to be casual comes from one's strength."

Roswaal pursed his lips. "A man who can defeat Elsa and gain the Dragon Sword's recognition is certainly no ordinary person. Rumor has it that the Sword Saint Reinhard said he possesses strength no less than his own..."

It's probably fake. After witnessing Reinhard easily obtain new blessings, Roswaal didn't believe anyone in the world could defeat him. The blessings were secondary; just the fact that the world consciousness favored the Sword Saint showed how strong the opponent was.

He stroked the Gospel in his hand and asked casually, "Ram, what do you think are his weaknesses?"

"Aside from what I mentioned before, Prince Luke has spent the rest of his time growing up alongside Princess Priscilla, and it seems that Lady Beatrice and Lady Emilia..."

She paused, omitting her sister's name, "They all have a good impression of Prince Lu Ke. He's like a huge whirlpool, drawing the women around him into it."

Roswaal fell into deep thought.

What kind of ability could bring someone back to life after hundreds of years? Does this ability truly exist? What secrets does Luke hold?
"And what about you, Ram?"

Ram paused for a moment, then said calmly, "He's a very good friend who can have common topics with Ram and chat happily with him."

Roswaal stared intently at the wound on Ram's forehead and said calmly, "The magic crystal you just received was the final gift. Don't come here again."

Ram paused for a moment: "Roswaal... sir..."

A broken horn is a fatal injury for a demon. Without high-purity magic ore or Roswaal to replenish her mana and prolong her life, she will die of exhaustion within a few days.

Ram slowly lowered her head, her eyes filled with disappointment and loneliness, and walked out with heavy steps, her voice hoarse.

"If this is what you expected..."

The distraught footsteps behind him did not deter Roswaal at all. He gently stroked the Gospel in his hand, recalling the newly discovered contents, opened the window, and flew out, away from the mansion, into the depths of the forest.

Upon arriving at an open space, rustling sounds immediately arose, pairs of red-glowing eyes lit up in the darkness, and the low roars of magical beasts echoed from the air.

Giant canine monsters, flying bat monsters, venomous snake-like monsters, and massive pig-like monsters... all sorts of low- to mid-level monsters surged in from all directions.

Surrounded by a small girl of about seven or eight, she stared anxiously at Roswaal and asked uneasily:
"Roswaal, how did you know I was here... No, it doesn't matter, Elsa! Why hasn't Elsa come back yet?"

"If she dies, you will die too. After all, you are too weak to do anything."

Roswaal's hands glowed with magical light, his voice filled with murderous intent.

"You have the blessing of the Demon, yet you have been enslaving these low- to mid-level trash. Because you have been relying on Elsa's protection to survive, you have never thought, and you have no self, which is why you have ended up like this."

"If he had made up his mind sooner, he might have been able to do more, but his inaction led to the death of someone important to him."

A cruel smile crept across his lips as he let out a disdainful sneer: "You...you're truly lazy..."

"Varied……"

The little girl's pupils contracted, and she saw only a dazzling torrent of magic exploding in the night, indiscriminately engulfing everything around her.

boom! ! !
(End of this chapter)