“Damn it, I will ask no one!”

As the High Priestess of the Holy Light, I, Violanda, stand atop the world, proud amidst its trials. Even burdened by the misfortunes that faith brings, I will bear the weight of the Dawnstar Dynasty alone....

A sense of sorrow grips Violanda's heart as she braces for a fierce battle.

Should I fall in this fight, it would still be worth it.

At least I acquired Eirik, having tasted half the life of a webnovel protagonist.

At least... I share an extraordinary bond with Eirik.

Though, in the end, negligence led to the royal family's counterattack, it was due to my ignorance of the flaws in my faith.

If given another chance, I would never let this happen again.

Asking Pixie and Elvynna for help?

Even if I win this simulation, that little bitch will surely mock me daily, perhaps even inciting laughter from everyone in the world chat...

No way will I endure that!

Anyway, I already know how to bring down the royal family; if I lose this simulation, so be it.

I'll come back stronger!

Violanda had resolved to concede, but then something struck her—

Her heart brightened with unexpected joy!

“Our daughter’s power… she’s now Savant Lv9, just one step away from Grandmaster?!”

Her daughter Beatrice, though not yet a Grandmaster, far surpasses her peers; even ordinary Grandmasters would struggle against her, easily sweeping away any chaos!

Daughter, save me!

“Beatrice, dear, I have a small task for you.”

That night, Eirik summoned his obedient daughter for a long, heartfelt talk.

“Father, Mother, don’t worry. I’ve long had my fill of those dukes and earls,” Beatrice declared, staff in hand, her expression calm.

[The powerful daughter: Beatrice wielded her might like thunder, clearing the realm of corrupt dukes and noble families, striking fear into countless ne’er-do-wells—all within a year, leaving the world astounded! ]

[Congratulations! You have earned the title: The Savior. When the nation teeters on the edge of collapse, one emerges to rescue it. Your prestige increases by fifty percent; as Beatrice's father, your fame skyrockets!]

Eirik felt his waning brilliance revitalized, the power of faith surging within him.

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“The Savior?!”

Eirik was stunned—such a prestigious title, and he earned it just by being at home?!

His daughter truly was remarkable.

Looking at Violanda’s status, the negative buffs weighing her down finally vanished.

“Did we… win?! So soon?!”

Violanda stared in disbelief; she had thought herself cornered, even contemplating humbling herself to seek help from that little bitch.

Yet, upon revealing her daughter’s card, in mere moments, every crisis evaporated?!

This was absurdly swift!

No wonder she was a Becker!

As for the royal family, seeing that they didn’t even need to act themselves, with a daughter this strong, they were naturally subdued.

Violanda had feared they would launch a sneak attack, but nothing happened.

With the world’s fate sealed, her negative buffs gone, and her strength restored to Grandmaster Lv3, she marched straight to the royal family, ready to dismantle them.

“In the face of absolute strength, former threats become utterly insignificant.”

Violanda gazed at the golden corpses in the palace, lined up in salute, and felt a wave of emotion wash over her.

With the card named Eirik, life seemed to have switched to easy mode.

After having her daughter, she now had an incredible ally, a little Eirik of her own, unexpectedly formidable.

This feeling was beyond exhilarating!

And after restoring order, Violanda swiftly reclaimed power from Pixie.

“I can’t let that little bitch cause me trouble again...”

But to whom should she entrust the imperial throne?!

Just then, her daughter Beatrice expressed interest.

After a moment’s hesitation, Violanda nodded in agreement.

Her obedient daughter had saved the world, achieving tremendous merit; with her in power, none would dare speak against her!

And Beatrice was decisive, dismissing the old royal family amidst much opposition, claiming the throne for herself!

She even emulated the structure of the Light Faith, crafting her own magical tome, The Grimoire of Human Emperors, channeling the empire's faith into her training to enhance her power!

[Queen Beatrice ruled for a mere twenty years, yet the Dawnstar Dynasty flourished like never before; the people thrived, the nation grew stronger, and tributes poured in from all corners... Queen Beatrice herself ascended, her power climbing to Grandmaster Lv3 alongside the nation’s prosperity!]

[The level of prosperity in the dynasty far exceeded history, marking her as the greatest monarch ever!]

“Look at my daughter, and then at you, Pixie—don’t you feel ashamed?!”

Violanda couldn’t help but feel immense pride and joy.

Her daughter was exceptional!

In pacifying chaos and governing the realm, she excelled at every turn!

What’s more, Beatrice tirelessly studied magic, crafting her own tomes without the Light Faith, transforming the people's belief into her own power.

She truly was a jack of all trades, impressively formidable.

Even as her mother, Violanda could only stand by, applauding her efforts, unable to lend a hand.

In comparison, not just Pixie, even Violanda felt like a failure.

“Wha… what’s so impressive about that? My son has reached Archmage! You’re just a washed-up fool who relies on your daughter—if it weren’t for her, you’d be dead!”

Pixie retorted, stubbornly defiant, though deep down, she felt a pang of envy.

Ah, why couldn’t this daughter be mine?

Truly, the Becker family was astonishing!

“So what if I rely on my daughter? She’s my blood—there’s no shame in that!”

Violanda reveled in her victory, grinning ear to ear.

Once a tiny daughter, now a grand lady, the renowned Queen Beatrice—her heart swelled with nostalgia.

“Indeed, children should be raised in adversity; otherwise, how could my daughter be this strong? My dear, do you think my efforts were worth it all these years?”

As a stern father, Eirik felt immense satisfaction.

“Is that so? I can’t help but think that if I had given her more resources back then, the chaos would have ended sooner…”

Violanda murmured softly.

“That jerk—what does that have to do with him? That little girl is simply extraordinary!”

“Eirik’s a decent husband, but he’s not cut out to be a father!”

Voices of scorn echoed through the world channel.

At that moment, all obstacles that had hindered Violanda’s ascension to Archmage vanished.

The matters of the continent were entrusted to her daughter, and she and Eirik once more entered a period of seclusion.

However, even Eirik wasn’t certain whether, relying on the power of faith, he could achieve Archmage in the elementally barren Dawnstar Dynasty?!

Only time would tell.