Chapter 87: It Wasn't Actually Time Yet.

  Midas reassured the two countless times until they finally accepted the truth. Celia was no longer someone who could be belittled, and now, Felta, rather than seek vengeance, would be prioritizing a peaceful resolution.

  After all, they lost so many Coins from the tariffs that the Revers put on them. Grease the wheels a bit, and have a student they’re connected with… convince Celia to get Cynthia to relent.

  Celia: “I’m still intending on adventuring… are we to leave for Veil straight away?” She asked with a curious, unsure tone and expression.

  Midas: “No, the minimum age requirement is 18. You still have… just under four years until you can attend Veil, Celia.” She denied with a yawn, yearning to go back to Level grinding.

  Celia: “What about Carma?” She replied with a cute head tilt.

  Being around Celia was dangerous for her wives, as just a head tilt was enough to almost get them to ignore reason, and then jump their future wife’s bones. Luckily, Carma truly saw Celia as her little sister, and wasn’t interested in ever marrying her.

  Carma: “That’s not a problem.” She said with a giggle.

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  Celia: “Huh? But… I want to go to Veil with you…” She replied with a hurt tone, misunderstanding what her sister meant.

  Carma: “No, no! I mean… Veil accepts 18-year-olds and over. I can start attending it at the same time as you, don’t worry.” She quickly coaxed, remorseful that she accidentally hurt her sister’s feelings.

  Celia: “Great! Attending such a prestigious place together… will surely be fun!!!” She replied, cheering up almost instantly.

  In the slums, Celia just cared about surviving. But these days, she was living, and couldn’t get enough of it. The young girl… of course, preferred to live life with those she loved, sharing all that she could. Such as with her dear sister.

  Midas: “I shouldn’t take up the precious princesses time any longer. You two, please do have a splendid day.” She said, bidding them farewell.

  Celia: “( ? _ ? )”

  Most of the time, Midas uses every excuse in the book to stay by Celia’s side for even a second longer. Her swift departure left Celia dazed, but only until Carma successfully distraction her with conversation once more.

  Maralia was already stronger, 100 Levels higher than Midas, and Celia wasn’t far off from being a Goddess. With her absurd luck, if they stayed lazy, it wouldn’t be long until Celia far out Levels them both.

  This time around, Midas was going to be like the original Maralia. Far above Celia in Evolution. At the very least, Celia’s wives just wished to always be one step ahead of her in strength. Lest they’re unable to protect the girl from herself.

  Ria: “Lady Celia, I feel the need to increase my Level. May I request some leave? I’m aware that Maralia is also busy, and this leaves no one here to protect you…” She nervously requested.

  Celia: “Sure, I don’t mind. Just as long as I don’t venture into other lands, nothing here can rival me, a Level 500+ being.” She agreed with a bright smile.