Divine Emperor of Death

Everyone saw Myria make a turn, her long, silken white hair gently swaying in cascading waves down her back along with her movement. She was the only one who wore a veil in this room, but looking at her hand reach her veil as she untied the knot and removed it, their eyes flickered, and their hearts automatically skipped a beat.

Naturally, she looked just like Ellia.

However, her divine grace was something that couldn't be hidden. Her flowing robes, as pure as freshly fallen snow, cascaded around her like she was hugged by soft clouds.

Her eyes were deep black and mysterious as the darkest night sky, but within those pearls lay profound wisdom, and her delicate features combined with her faint smile gracing her lips mesmerized everyone in the room.

"I suppose we are one, considering I decided to tie my fate with this Bandit Emperor."

Myria voiced out as she gazed at him, her eyes turning softer.

Davis couldn't help but raise his hand and rub the bridge of his nose in pride.

He was starting to like being called the Bandit Emperor instead of the Emperor of Death, as that had its own charm.

Meanwhile, the others couldn't help but giggle as they already knew what Myria meant by Bandit Emperor. After all, Davis looted an entire realm clean as much as an Immortal King could possibly do while even managing to swipe the spatial and life rings of the heavenly geniuses clean.

By now, those heavenly geniuses would be fuming if they were still alive after the realm concoction, so the title Bandit Emperor on him was well deserved.

However, they were inwardly shocked at Myria openly admitting to becoming his woman.

They looked at the two of them by throwing them curious glances, wondering if they had done the deed yet. However, they couldn't imagine Myria being so hasty, considering she was a… Divine Saintess!

Regardless, some of them appeared extremely delighted.

Shirley, for one, was full of smiles.

Back then, when she had left the Grand Sea Continent and entered the Grand Beginnings Continent, which was previously known as the Fifty-Two Territories, she traveled with Myria, overcoming many obstacles and getting to the point where she was finally able to reunite with Davis.

Without Myria, she couldn't imagine that she would've survived.

"Master for a lifetime, sister for eternity~"

"Our true Fairy Goddess who looks after us."

Tina and Dalila giggled while a few others began to say something that made Myria embarrassed. Her cheeks blushed lightly before she turned to look at her soul offspring, the only one she didn't will to die.

"Ellia, forgive me. I have committed an unforgivable sin… against you…"

Everyone turned to look at Ellia.

In fact, she was the only woman who was expressionless right now.

She stared at Myria, causing the latter to lower her head in shame. As the mother or even the elder sister, she was unable to meet Ellia's gaze.

'Holy heavens…! He… he did it… My prince did it… He finally made mother fall for him completely that she's lowering her head to me…!'

But Ellia's heart was experiencing tumultuous waves of joy.

There were a few reasons why she didn't let anyone near Myria and influence her decision over matters of love.

First, she knew what Myria went through as she had her memories for the most part and even had her experiences. She knew Myria came to hate the opposite sex after how they all wanted her for her physique, wanting to gain eternal life, so naturally, she decided not to ever have ideas about romance if she ever resurrected properly.

Through her, Myria finally resurrected, so romantic relationships became far from her, and the only thing she sought was to restore autonomy and take revenge on the people who pushed her into committing the atrocious deeds she did to survive and even kill an untold number of selves to protect herself.

Naturally, Ellia wanted to protect her from all of the wicked things in the world, and that included men Myria didn't want to interact with, even if it was Davis.

Hence, she firmly indicated for Davis not to pursue Myria in the beginning.

However, she knew how Davis; her prince's personality was from the beginning and secretly approved of him to be in contact with Myria, hoping that he could protect her as she would.

Whether they share a master-disciple relationship or a romantic relationship was secondary as all she wanted was for the both of them to be safe and sound. However, her wish didn't end there as she wanted Myria to revive as the Saintess who was kind and gentle.

She believed only Davis could do that. After all, if she wasn't going to believe her man, then who would?

She couldn't watch her mother suffer all the hardships, but that didn't mean she wanted to force a relationship on her, so she kept all odd things away from her and allowed no one to disrespect her.

For Myria to experience love, Ellia knew it must come from the bottom of her heart, and those feelings could only be evoked if she cared about something or someone more than revenge. She secretly wanted Davis to replace Myria's reason for living, even herself, in order for Myria to let go of revenge and even experience happiness.

Now, she finally saw that state where Myria apparently made the decision to die with him when threatened by the World Master as a test.

That action alone spoke volumes, causing Ellia to finally know that Myria was no longer the woman whose sole reason for living was only to take revenge. Her mother was back, and she fell in love with the man she loved the most, which made it perfect as she wouldn't trust any other to take care of her.

"Ellia, if you don't talk, your mother is going to start crying…"

Davis's soul transmission fell on her mind, causing her to come out of her reverie as she saw Myria starting to tremble ever so lightly. She quickly walked towards Myria and held her hands.

"Committed an unforgivable sin against me?"

Ellia smiled, "Mother. Look at me~"

Myria's trembling stopped. After a few seconds, she slowly raised her head, her eyes appearing moist, her bottom lips out like a baby, which shot a hole in Davis's heart as he had never seen this state of hers.

Ellia was also shocked.

There was no way this was her indifferent mother who didn't react to the slightest provocation. This was her mother who forgo all defenses and was fully vulnerable to the members here, showing her true self, the self that wanted to be approved, loved, and live a good, happy life.

Ellia guessed that this was brought about by guilt and wanting to be with Davis no matter what.

Nonetheless, her shock only lasted for a moment before her smile widened.

"Mother, there's no need to be ashamed." She hurriedly spoke, "Do you think I am good for lusting after an engaged prince from a young age?"

"Pfft~"

Someone in the crowd spat something while drinking, but Ellia continued.

"There's not a single day I didn't wish you to not be happy. If this is the life you choose, then I fully approve. In fact, mother can even have my title as the fifteenth wife if you dislike being titled eighteenth…"

Myria's expression was a bit stupefied. Her gaze appeared to be confused. Eighteenth? Wasn't there more women with him? Why was she eighteenth?

However, she shook her head.

"But… you said… you were unwilling…"

"I didn't mean that." Ellia shook her head, wanting to cry inwardly.

Sometimes, she celebrated the fact that Myria didn't have Heart Intent and other times, she lamented it.

"I said I was unwilling to see Mother become a woman as you were my one and only treasure."

"…"

Everyone's gaze flickered.

For a moment, they felt that Ellia was the mother who looked after the daughter, Myria.

Perhaps… that was the case all the time?

Thinking back, Ellia always had Myria's well-being at the top of her mind, going to many lengths to keep her connected with them so she doesn't go astray to seek revenge. After all, most of the time that Myria came to teach them, it was all initiated by Ellia.

She was protecting Myria's future without saying a word.

"To see you be taken by no matter who it is would be a loss to the universe. Naturally, this includes my prince, who will do all sorts of dirty things to you~"

Ellia displayed her tongue at Davis, causing him to chuckle silently while Myria's blush extended to her ears.

"Myria," Davis called out in a soft voice, "You said you wanted to do this formally. In that case, is there anyone who denies the reality of this relationship and wants us to separate?"

He panned his gaze around, asking his women whose only response was a knowing smile.

Myria also saw that no one objected, causing her heart to warm.

She only remembered being an all-mighty existence to them, acting arrogant and teaching them cultivation if she deigned to, so for them not to take a hit back at her was already benevolent in her perspective.

Being pushed to this state, Myria clenched her teeth.

She tightened her fists but still couldn't help but lower her head.

"I… don't care about marriage… but to spend a night with him… I need all your permission… The reason being…"

She raised her head, appearing worried, "… our souls have the possibility to devour each other…"

Davis blinked as he saw that Myria said that she didn't need marriage. Could it be she only wanted everyone's approval but mostly Ellia's?

He could understand why, but he pursed his lips, wondering why she had to go say this piece of info that was only a speculation on their part.

Indeed, the moment these words were said, everyone's expression turned… strange…?

Davis looked at his beauties in confusion when Evelynn stepped forward, her lips curling to reveal a sexy smile.

"In that case, he would be glad to die in your embrace. Isn't that right, husband?"

She cast a glance at him, causing his eyes to widen before a smile naturally overtook his expression.

"True. I can't think of any good way to die other than going out with a bang inside one of my beauties."

"You!!!"

The bevy of beauties all turned hostile against him for being so crass when Myria was proactive enough to state her worries, causing him to be beaten by many pairs of frail, soft hands that made Davis feel like he was being bonked to the underworld.

However, they all smiled secretly, knowing that this shameless man was the source that bound them all together.

But Myria— she stood there dumbfounded, wondering why they weren't doing all in their power to not let her near him because of the important piece of information she had just revealed. In fact, they were making fun of it, disregarding the fact that either she- no forget her. The man they loved could die for a woman whom they didn't need to care about!

Why were they not doing anything, not even raising the slightest voice of opposition?

"Don't you still understand?"

Abruptly, Shirley appeared beside her, throwing a hand over her shoulder that made her blink.

"We long wanted to rope you in, and you fell right into it~"

"As for causing him to die, you can try but successfully fail~"

Isabella giggled from the other side before she reached out her hand.

"I've always wanted to look at you as an equal, but I didn't imagine it would be in this perspective."

Isabella waited, waiting for Myria to take her hand. The other party was certainly comprehending the situation slowly since they were a hectic bunch, so Isabella continued to wait until Myria finally raised her hand and grasped her hand.

"I've always wanted to defeat you using my own strength, but from now on, I will protect you from whatever harm might befall you, like a dragon enduring the weight of a thousand mountains."

"..."

Myria was still expressionless.

However, her moist eyes overflowed with tears, tears that were sworn to be never shed because she had inwardly vowed never to look for a place of belonging because her place in the universe was never permitted, only allowed to roam in the cycle of reincarnation where it was incredibly... lonely.