I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

Lis sat quietly at the table in the living room with his arms folded, not saying much.

Opposite him were Liz, who looked at him curiously, and Cress who was covertly on guard.

After revealing just a hint of his power, Cress immediately opened the door and invited Lis in.

What Lis said made sense; if he could come to find Cress and Liz directly, he must have come with good intentions. Otherwise, the news of Liz alone could fetch him a handsome reward from Viscount Kuka.

Moreover, as a Bronze Mage, Cress was well aware of the considerable terror she felt from the pale blue flame that had appeared in Lis's hand.

This indicated that Lis's strength far surpassed hers, and he could easily defeat her and take Liz away.

So she had no choice but to politely open the door and let Lis in, though Cress was also preparing herself mentally.

If Lis truly intended to harm Liz, she was ready to fight with her life to not let Lis get away with it.

Lis looked with interest at the two youthful girls, each with their own characteristics.

Liz carried with her an air of freshness, like a pure girl yet to be tainted by the filth of this world, as pristine as a pure white flower.

Cress, on the other hand, was like a quietly blooming night-blooming cereus, seemingly years of study had imparted her with a profound academic aura, refreshing to the heart.

However, Lis could see a strong wariness in Cress's eyes at this moment.

Lis was able to find this place also by relying on the memory from his previous life's gaming experience.

In the instance called "Cresce's Revenge," when players first entered, they found themselves in Cresce's house, proceeding towards Viscount Kuka's Castle under Cress's lead.

But back then, Cresce's house was not as clean and tidy as it was now; it was filled with dust and spiderwebs, having been abandoned for a long time.

And in the instance's CG "Cress's Memories," players learned that Liz started her flight from marriage by staying at Cresce's place.

So, Lis followed his memories straight to Cress's house.

"So, what exactly do you want to do?"

Unable to bear the strange atmosphere, Cress spoke up to break the silence.

"Didn't I say it? I'm here to help you," Lis spread his hands and said with an easygoing expression.

"So how do you intend to help us?"

Cress didn't trust Lis and pressed on with the question.

It was just too preposterous.

Both Cress and Liz were sure they had never seen Lis before.

They would definitely have remembered such a distinctively charismatic young man.

"Miss Liz is fleeing a marriage, right?" Lis said with a smile, looking at Liz.

"Continuing to stay here will surely lead to discovery. I'm here to help you both escape."

"You're really so kind-hearted?" Cress retorted, her social experience might not have been plentiful, but she wasn't naïve enough to trust a stranger so easily.

"Of course, I have my own purpose," Lis nodded, shifting his gaze towards Cress.

More specifically, towards the black metal ring on Cress's right hand.

The ring seemed somewhat old, with traces of gray amidst the black, and the intricate decoration on it suggested that it was no mere trinket.

"As a reward for leading you out, I would like to have that ring in your hand," he said.

Cress, noticing Lis's gaze, looked at her hand.

It was an heirloom ring from Cresce's House, kept with the family's collection of magic books.

Cress wore the ring as it helped her focus, never considering it particularly precious.

She did not expect that ring to bring this mysterious man to her doorstep.

The most pressing question was how this man, claiming to be Lis, knew about these things.

He not only knew about Liz's elopement but also that she had such a ring in her possession.

If the ring was the requested reward, Cress didn't really mind; the ring wasn't of much use in her hands, even if it were valuable.

However, Cress didn't want to agree to Lis's terms just yet.

At the very least, she wanted to clear things up first.

"If you want the ring, that's no problem,"

"But how do you know so much?"

Cress stared intently at Lis, seeking an answer from his lips.

"Ha..."

Lis leaned back in his chair and said with a smile to Cress:

"Young lady, do you believe in prophecies?"

"Ah?"

Cress was a bit slow to react and stared blankly at Lis.

"Simply put, you know about Prophets and Seers, right?"

Lis continued.

Liz listened curiously from the side while Cress nodded; she had read about them in the magic books passed down through her family, but there wasn't much information on the subject.

"Actually, the profession of a Prophet is quite special, known for using Prophetic magic like 'Detect Magic' and 'Modify Destiny'."

"But when it comes to predicting the future, Seers are even better at it."

"I am a Seer, who learned about your situations through prophecy and sensed that I need the ring in your possession."

"I help you escape danger, and you give me the ring; it's fair,"

Lis said with a laugh.

Posing as a Seer was something he had planned beforehand; if he encountered similar situations while traveling, he could disguise his true prophetic talents as those of a Seer.

Moreover, it was hard to expose a true Seer.

Compared to Prophets, Seers are more like charlatans, sometimes accurate, sometimes not, with abilities that cannot be trained but rely on innate talent.

Outsiders never know which of their words are true.

This situation actually afforded better cover for Lis's abilities.

Cress was somewhat skeptical but this could at least provide a passable explanation for her doubts.

"What do you plan to do?"

Cress asked, thinking that if it meant taking a great risk, it might be better to continue hiding at home.

Liz remained silent, leaving all the decisions to Cress, trusting that Cress wouldn't harm her.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Trust me, I have already foreseen the best way to leave this place,"

Lis spoke mysteriously, continuing to bamboozle Cress and Liz.

He hadn't realized how addictive pretending to be a charlatan could be!

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Viscount Kuka's Castle.

"Useless!"

The middle-aged man cursed, smashing his wine glass onto the ground.

The Guard Captain standing before him couldn't even lift his head, silently enduring the reprimand.

The man venting his anger was Viscount Kuka; Liz's elopement two days ago had made him lose face completely.

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At the wedding, the invited nobles looked on with mocking smiles, while Count Solo's expression was even more awkward, only just stopping short of making threats.

But Viscount Kuka knew that if he didn't find Liz soon, Count Solo wouldn't let him off easily.

After all, Solo was a noble whose family influence was far greater than his own!

"My lord, please be assured."

The butler standing by spoke respectfully:

"We have sent for the Mage who masters the 'Seeking Person Skill'; news should arrive soon."

The 'Seeking Person Skill', as one of the Low-level Prophecy Magic, is quite reliable for finding ordinary people way below the user's own power level; however, not many mages possess this skill.

After all, it is a rare form of Prediction Magic, and only a Silver Mage in Count Solo's Territory has mastered it.

"Make it quick,"

Viscount Kuka said impatiently, his expression grim.

Now his only hope was that Liz hadn't run off with another man; that would truly spell disaster.

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