These past few days, Felix's most tangible feeling was that Lady Elizabeth was grooming him with an intensity that even surpassed the Fairmuth family's method of training heirs. For the past two days, Lady Elizabeth has dedicated every morning to teaching Felix the exclusive etiquettes of the ancient imperial families.

In addition, poor Felix has had to learn poetry under the whip of the beautiful knightly sister, studying treasured versions of ancient poetry collections and learning to play the seven-stringed lyre that evolved from the elven harp. Willingly or not, he had to remold his sentiments, demeanor, and elegance according to the standards of the Venus family under Lady Elizabeth's arrangements.

The "Eight Cardinal Virtues" are the pillars of knightly spirit, while etiquette, musical instruments, and poetry are indispensable in cultivating the graceful air of nobility. The Fairmuth family taught Felix what it means to be a noble, how to be one, but not how to excel as one. This family, risen through commerce, tends to measure everything with a merchant's perspective.

This is the core philosophy of the Fairmuth family— "The Theory of Interest."

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Lady Elizabeth, with her absolute pride, is trying to remold Felix, to nurture him by the standards of the Venus family. The greater the potential a pawn has, the more astonishing its role can be. She has enough confidence to thoroughly master this pawn, hence she invests all her effort in nurturing his elegance and speech, his knowledge and experiences, his vision and courage, and even his astonishing bedroom skills...

In the Marchioness's estate, the pure and beautiful maids, arranged by Lady Elizabeth, became Felix's practice partners, one after another. At such times, Lady Elizabeth, like a queen of absolute reason, would guide Felix. She even harshly demanded that Felix, through simple exploration, list the sensitive spots of these maids' bodies and present them in a special manner. In the vast complexity of numbers, skill changes everything.

"The battlefield of the bed is the simplest and most direct way to conquer a woman," said Lady Elizabeth, proudly looking down at Felix, like a noble queen.

And Felix's response to Lady Elizabeth was to launch an exceptionally fierce thrust amidst her breathy moans!

"An excellent noble should sample different types of women so that he may understand the absurdity of so-called love. Only the most naïve nobles believe in this children's tale of love." — This was the annotation written at the end of a weathered, hand-copied collection of love poems.

Saint Erde Cathedral has once again regained its former serenity, now it's Lilia, his personal nun, who takes confessions in Felix's stead. Felix became an overnight sensation after the last mass and a household name among the noblewomen of the imperial city.

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A young priest, exceptionally handsome and with an elegant and witty speech, dressed in refined attire, was solitary and alone...

All this was enough to make those lonely and empty-hearted noblewomen tremble with longing in their fantasies, reaching a climax!

Make no mistake, the fallen noblewomen in their private lives are indeed more debauched than one could imagine. The popularity of a socialite is first judged by the quality of her lovers, and second by the number of them...

On the morning of the third day, which was also the last day before the mysterious Gamma Master was to head to hell, Felix finally arrived at the magic tower that had existed for eons, the tower of Felendia that had become legendary and recorded in the annals of history! This was the domain of the Empire’s Protector, a realm of an epic spellcaster who wished not to have their name recorded in history.

The final abode for spellcasters—be it Hell, the Abyss, Heaven, or some unknown dimension!

After stepping into the "Golden Realm," spellcasters obtained a significantly extended life. If they stayed away from strife, reaching legendary status was only a matter of time.

Centuries, or even millennia, would gradually wear away their need for emotions, and at that point, their last motivation to move forward was the pursuit of "the true eternity" or merely to continue existing.

Life is precious because it is fleeting, and in a long life, emotional detachment seems inevitable. When spellcasters grow tired of life and existence, they choose a destination.

Spellcasters who transitioned from "legendary" to "epic" began to travel between dimensions. They wandered through Hell, Heaven, and the Abyss, or some parallel dimension hidden under multiple systems. They sought gods, devils, and mighty beings in the endless Abyss! Their ultimate fate was either to hunt deities or be hunted by them!

Tired of an almost endless existence, they would either perish under the sword of a deity or ascend to the altar stepping over the bodies of deities!

Spellcasters feared the gods, and over the long years, gods learned to fear the spellcasters...

Spellcasters needed an end or a new beginning!

This is what they call the nonsense "Doctrine of Fate"!

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Felix never believed in such nonsense as fate because his very existence was outside the so-called arrangement of destiny. Spellcasters don't believe in fate because they spend their lives searching for magic, seeking "the origin," "the end," and "the true eternity"...

Spellcasters believe in beginnings, believe in ends.

Felix thought that if he became as monstrously powerful, challenging gods would be an inevitable part of the process, and there was no such thing as nonsense destiny.

With a hint of awe, Felix slowly stepped into the magic tower named Felendia. Upon entering this realm, he felt watched; it was the "Eye of Truth" bestowed upon those in the "Golden Realm," a spellcaster's direct gaze into the soul!

Felix didn't know why he came, but he felt that if he didn't come today, he would regret it for a long time. So, he came.

A Gamma Master who steps into the "epic" wouldn't seek him out for no reason. Felix felt a twinge of unease and desire in his heart. Danger always tantalizes people's nerves while frightening them.

What the heck, just consider it sending off a warrior who's about to slay a god, or perhaps be slain by one...