"Not yet," Wizard Shen Yu hurriedly replied. "Maybe, once I manage to pass this 'trial', it will be different. In my soul's homeland, quite a few gods were mortals who continually grew stronger and eventually transformed. So I do not disrespect the power of the gods; it's just that I too might one day wield such power."

"I see." Aivlette finally let out a long breath of relief.

In this plane, there have also been mages who proposed the idea that 'a powerful mage is a god.'

Of course, that mage was accused of blasphemy and burnt alive by the church.

But in the end, that idea remained, not so hard to accept after all.

Watching Aivlette's reaction, Wizard Shen Yu also felt relieved.

It wasn't that he didn't want to add a divine status to himself, just like Martial Artist Shen Yu once did.

The crucial thing is that this world is completely different from Martial Artist Shen Yu's world.

Here, true gods exist. Everyone knows what kind of power a god should possess. If he claimed such a status before reaching that power, it would only backfire, creating a gap.

Even someone as close as Aivlette, upon realizing Wizard Shen Yu might be a god, couldn't help but feel nervous. If Wizard Shen Yu nodded, it might take quite some time for her to adjust.

It was, instead, much more convenient and effective to have the identity of "God's representative."

"If we're to start a rebellion now, there's only one way—by staging a court coup," Aivlette, satisfied with the answer she received, had already calmed herself completely and began to think about the rebellion directly. "The only force I can command is my own personal guards. Besides, the Kingdom Left Minister is my uncle—if we can seize control of the court swiftly, he may support me, and those mages as well, would have no choice but to stand with me... But with just my guards, it's very hard to take the palace quickly. Even the Kingdom Guard Captain alone, would be difficult to handle."

She looked at Wizard Shen Yu, and though she said nothing more, the meaning in her eyes was perfectly clear.

"Go on ahead, leave the rest to me," Wizard Shen Yu said with a smile.

"Alright!"

With just these words, Aivlette turned and left without a shred of hesitation.

The pressure of launching a rebellion is obviously anything but simple.

The reactions of the people, her father's authority, family affection, her subordinates' loyalty...

Making this decision was, without a doubt, extremely difficult.

Yet at this moment, Aivlette felt utterly light, so light it astonished herself.

Was it because of the hope her fiancé had suddenly shown?

That was part of it.

But far more, it was because at last, she could act, rather than wait in helplessness and despair for some incomprehensible judgment from the gods.

Aivlette's movements were swift.

She went straight to her personal guard's barracks and quickly changed into silver-white battle armor.

By the time she mounted her warhorse, she was already the valiant lady knight.

She was not a mage, with little talent for learning techniques, but she had walked the path of a demon warrior, relying on effort and determination to reach a respectable level.

She spoke no unnecessary words now, drawing her sword and heading straight for the palace.

Her guards said nothing either—even knowing that charging the palace was akin to suicide.

But news of the plague had long been spreading, the divine oracle had left nothing but despair—in times like this, what could be left undone?

To die for loyalty is its own form of honor.

However, what surprised Aivlette was that the palace guards, who should have stopped her with all their might, instead, after just a brief standoff, stepped aside voluntarily.

Only one person could have issued such an order.

Aivlette took a deep breath and, without a moment's hesitation, rushed into the grand hall.

There sat the King of Violets in lofty splendor upon his throne, with the other ministers standing to the sides, all gazing at her.

"Aivlette!" The Left Minister—her uncle—stood at the king's left and shouted, "Do you know what you are doing?"

At the king's right, the Kingdom Guard Captain had already drawn his long sword, ominous demonic flames surging from the kingdom's mightiest treasure sword.

More and more guards stepped out from both sides of the hall, blades drawn, their formation neat, each radiating formidable power.

These were the palace's elite—each one possessed great power.

Against them, Aivlette's personal guards were clearly far too weak.

The other ministers' gazes were mocking and indifferent, as if they were watching some absurd farce.

But Aivlette said nothing; she merely drew her own sword slowly, her jewel-like eyes fixed steadfastly on her father upon the throne.

She even made the King of Violets lose focus for a moment.

As if, in this daughter before him, he saw a reflection of his younger self.

But it was only for an instant. He saw only a daughter abruptly launching a rebellion, and his own aged, powerless self.

"Let it go, my daughter." The king's voice was tinged with weariness. "It was mages who seduced you. I will forgive you."

"Father." Aivlette finally spoke, her tone without a hint of wavering. "Just tell me one thing—do you see the doom of Violet approaching?"

"How dare you!" The ministers erupted at once.

"Such insolence."

"She should be executed with all the mages!"

"As Princess of Violet, how dare you utter such words!"

"Lay down your weapon! Submit to punishment!"

"..."

Aivlette ignored the ministers completely. She simply gripped her sword and looked at her father, the king, advancing step by step toward him.

The King of Violets' body seemed to tremble.

He appeared even more aged.

But his voice remained resolute: "Violet will not fall. It was the mages who angered the gods. Once the mages are eliminated, divine punishment will end."

"Do you truly believe that?" Aivlette did not stop, not even for an instant. She drew a deep breath, looked at her father, and suddenly raised her voice. "Look into my eyes! Tell me, Father—do you truly believe it? Is all your hope pinned on such fantasy?"

Her ringing voice echoed through the grand hall, crushing all the ministers' protests into silence.

The king was visibly flustered.

But only for a moment; seemingly provoked, he slapped his throne fiercely and leapt to his feet.

"You are far too insolent, Aivlette! This is the church's official statement!"

Aivlette looked at her father, who was perfectly embodying 'shame-turned-anger', and suddenly understood.

Her father was not truly ignorant.

He simply had no other recourse.

He and these ministers were drowning in bottomless panic, endless despair.

Yet they would rather cling to baseless words, even at the cost of weakening themselves, than risk any defiance toward divine punishment—even though that terrifying plague was claiming countless lives!

Her fiancé was right.

What she needed was a rebellion.

Not merely against her father, but against the gods themselves!

"You dare not stand against the gods' baseless divine punishment, dare not defend this kingdom or protect those who believe in you. Father, you have forgotten the king's honor and responsibility." Aivlette clenched her sword; her steps quickened, her whole being a streak of silvery lightning, her long golden hair streaming behind her.

"Stop!" The Kingdom Guard Captain took a deep breath, sword held out horizontally, standing between her and the king, his blade already raised high.

Everyone seemed to see the outcome.

Aivlette, famed as the kingdom's brightest jewel, renowned for her potential—in qualities and talent, she commanded admiration.

Yet now, she was far too young.

This was a rebellion doomed to failure, utterly absurd and laughable.

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