Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!

A thousand reincarnations was way too long.

In this abnormally difficult world, Rayne experienced death and rebirth continuously. In each rebirth, apart from trying his best to find a way to break out of the situation, he spent the rest of his time nurturing some hobbies to relieve the pressure.

For example, swordsmanship, magic or combat techniques of other races.

Furthermore, most of the time, he would cultivate those techniques to their limits until there was no possibility of further improvement.

If he wanted to train his martial arts with efficiency, it was definitely not a good choice to focus on a particular technique at any cost without consideration of the time taken.

However, Rayne merely used it as a form of entertainment and did not mind how much time it would take.

Even so… he still managed to learn many skills.

Given his capabilities, if Rayne had the strength of a demigod, even ten Imperial Guards wouldn't be able to defeat him. He could barge right into the upper level of the God Realm and even pull the plug on Order.

However, letting the untalented Rayne obtain strength comparable to the demigod Imperial Guards was actually much more troublesome than crushing the Goddess of Order.

Therefore, at the end of the day, Rayne's swordsmanship could only be used to curry favor with this 50-year-old Sword Freak in the training arena and turn into some pleasant news that could increase his reputation.

Putting away his weapon, Rayne helped the shocked old marshall to the side and chatted with him for a while.

The reason why the archduke came to teach Rayne swordsmanship was because he wanted to deepen his relationship with the future Emperor. As such, Rayne would naturally fulfill his wish.

He patiently explained the principle of his earlier sword strike to the archduke.

Although the old man did not understand, he was deeply shocked.

When the archduke asked with lingering fear how Rayne became so proficient in swordsmanship...

Rayne smiled and provided an explanation.

He said that it was probably because his Crystal Goddess bloodline had awakened. Right now, his martial arts came from the inheritance of the goddess.

The moment he said that, the way the archduke looked at Rayne changed.

It was a gaze mixed with anticipation, faith and admiration.

Prince Rayne… received a blessing from the Crystal Goddess?

His Highness was indeed the Emperor chosen by the heavens!

At that moment, he saw hope in this hedonistic prince... It was hope for the Empire!

Fufufufufu...

Rayne muttered internally.

Indeed, this was the best excuse to use in the Haines Empire.

…

Night.

After a day of studies, it was time for Rayne to rest.

Usually, at this time, Rayne would send an invitation letter to a beautiful noble lady in advance or even pay a personal visit so that they could spend the night together.

However, Rayne had already lost interest in that at the moment.

He did not look for a woman but came to the Church.

According to the rules of the Church, the royal family had to come to the Church every day to pray to the Crystal Goddess.

For once, Rayne obeyed the rules today.

Upon entering the Church, Rayne caught sight of the gigantic statue of the goddess that was formed from silver-white crystals.

There was also the white-haired girl kneeling in front of the statue and praying quietly.

"Your Highness,"

Constance noticed Rayne's visit and greeted him softly.

Rayne nodded in response. Although Constance's back was facing him, he knew that she could see it.

The two of them stood in front of the statue in silence.

The two of them had not had any decent interactions since a long time ago.

Ever since Constance was taken away by the Church that day, she would no longer smile at Rayne—he could remember how chilling to the bones her cold gaze was back then.

Even so, everything that happened today made Rayne understand clearly that Constance's feelings for him had never changed.

Suddenly…

Rayne's gaze landed on Constance's waist.

He froze for a moment.

"Constance, where's your sword?"