"Lord Bishop! Lord Bishop! Something bad has happened! The nobles have opened the inner city gates and surrendered! The rebels have entered the city! They are now heading towards the imperial palace and the cathedral!"

In the Eternal Cathedral of Maniya City, Bishop Wenstar knelt before the statue of the Eternal Lord, listening to the anxious message from the church monk behind him, and paused slightly.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded gently:

"I understand."

"Mr. Wenstar..."

Beside Bishop Wenstar, the young Empress clutched his robe, her face filled with tension, her smile a tight bundle.

Seeing the young majesty’s expression full of tension, worry, and confusion, Bishop Wenstar’s gaze was somewhat complicated.

He reached out and took the girl’s cold little hand in his, speaking softly:

"My Majesty... the rebels have entered the city, the nobles have surrendered, this place is no longer safe."

"But... but didn’t the Dukes say we still have thirty thousand Guards?"

The young Empress asked nervously.

Bishop Wenstar gently shook his head:

"My Majesty, there are no more Guards. The rebels breaking in from outside are the Guards."

Theresa II was stunned, her expression incredulous.

"Why... why is everyone rebelling... did I do something wrong? I... I can correct it... I can correct it..."

She murmured uneasily to herself.

Looking at the girl’s anxious and fearful appearance, a trace of reluctance flashed in Bishop Wenstar’s eyes.

He sighed softly and said:

"My Majesty... it’s already too late."

"I have prepared a secret passage leading out of the city for you. Change into a commoner’s clothing and quietly escape from there."

Hearing Bishop Wenstar’s words, Theresa II widened her eyes, seemingly unable to accept it.

"No! I don’t want to! I am the Empress of the Empire, the ruler of the Holy Mania Empire! In such a critical moment, how can I flee!"

She said, her voice tender yet resolute.

Bishop Wenstar was slightly taken aback.

He looked at the young girl, who, though tender, wore a determined expression, and gently shook his head:

"No... my Majesty..."

"The grand tide of history cannot be stopped; everything has its end. From the moment your grandmother passed away, the future of the Empire was already destined..."

"This is not your fault."

"There is no need, nor is there any meaning, for you to be entombed with the Empire."

After speaking, he ordered two female priests of the Eternal Church:

"What are you standing around for? Quickly help Her Majesty change into Eve’s clothes and leave here immediately."

"No, I don’t want to!"

Theresa II began to struggle.

Though she was less than fifteen years old, she possessed notable extraordinary talent and had already reached the silver rank at a young age.

With her resistance, the two priests were momentarily helpless.

"Mr. Wenstar! I am the Empress of the Empire! As citizens of the Empire, you must obey my orders! I don’t want to escape! I don’t want to escape!"

Theresa II struggled.

Seeing the young Empress refusing to flee, Bishop Wenstar felt a headache.

He sighed and wanted to say more, but then heard an ancient voice from behind:

"Heh, Linus, after all these years, you still don’t know how to raise children..."

Bishop Wenstar paused slightly.

He slowly turned, and saw, at some unnoticed moment, a figure in a white robe appearing in the cathedral.

It was none other than the Legendary Mage Daniel, known as the Guardian of the royal family.

"Dan... Lord Daniel..."

Bishop Wenstar instinctively wanted to salute, but this Legendary old Mage, after mocking him with a single sentence at the beginning, ignored him thereafter.

The Legendary Mage took a sip of fine wine from his flask and approached Theresa, who had slumped to the ground and stopped struggling.

At some unnoticed time, the clergy in the cathedral had all fallen asleep, leaving only Bishop Wenstar, Theresa II, and the old Mage awake.

"Daniel... Grandpa..."

Seeing the Legendary Mage, Theresa clung to his robe like grabbing onto a lifeline:

"I... I don’t want to leave here, can you save the Empire?"

Daniel sighed lightly.

He reached out to pat the young Empress on the head, like an elder comforting a child.

"Little Theresa..."

He spoke softly:

"Tell me, do you truly wish to be an Empress?"

Theresa paused slightly.

She hesitated, then slowly lowered her head, momentarily silent.

She clutch tightly her own clothes hem, her lips pressed tight, and said sadly:

"But... but this is the mission left by Grandmother..."

"As a member of the Treis Family, I must shoulder my own responsibilities..."

The old Mage shook his head:

"This is just a mission imposed on you by the family. The Empire’s fate is not something you can control, and now... in the name of the current head of the Treis Family, I declare, your mission... is complete."

"Child, there is no need for you to persist any longer, you can now be freed from this cage of being an Empress."

The young Empress was silent.

And as he spoke, the old Mage gently arranged the girl’s slightly disheveled hair, his gaze tender:

"Theresa..."

"Didn’t you say when you were younger that you wanted to travel the entire continent, to go out and see this colorful world?"

"Put everything aside and come with me."

"I will take you to fulfill those wishes you have yet to realize..."

Theresa trembled slightly.

She was silent for a moment, then slowly looked up, her gaze mournfully looking towards the old Mage, seemingly with tears shimmering in her eyes:

"Can I... can I really let go?"