While My Mage Wife Grinds, I Power Up Idly
Chapter 129: He’s Sleeping—I’ll Take That as Consent

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: He’s Sleeping—I’ll Take That as Consent

Upon activating "Reaper’s Resolve," his power had advanced from mid-tier Grand Archmage to late-stage Grand Archmage.

Having confirmed his current level, Ashu no longer wasted his strength.

He knew full well there was no beating Lilith. Now that she’d done what he asked, all that remained was for him to... responsibly deliver his due tribute.

"Is it my turn now?"

Seeing Ashu sprawled lazily on the couch, Lilith’s amethyst eyes gleamed with an excited, predatory light—finally, it was mealtime.

"Oh no... now that I’ve had a taste, just getting close enough to smell you is already driving me crazy," she said with a mischievous smile, a hungry glint in her eyes.

...

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Atras Empire — Imperial Capital.

Inside the lavish, gold-drenched royal palace, the atmosphere had grown so tense it was suffocating.

"Damn it! I can understand losing the Sword King, but how the hell did King of Assassins just vanish off the grid?!"

In the war council chamber, the Crown Prince stood like an enraged lion, storming around the palace, destroying whatever furniture was unfortunate enough to cross his path.

A broken angel sculpture lay shattered on the floor. In the dim lighting, it no longer appeared divine—but rather, grotesque and ominous.

Crown Prince Wilson·Atras, dressed in an extravagant royal robe, looked nothing short of a mess. His unkempt hair obscured his face, but it couldn’t hide the fury and anxiety written across it.

He slammed both hands onto the railing, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. On the war table in front of him, two reports lay: one confirming the Sword King’s death, the other stating King of Assassins had gone missing. The sight was like a stab to the heart.

"Two of them! We lost two of them!" Wilson roared as he hurled the imperial scroll box to the ground. The impact rattled the crystal chandelier overhead, causing it to hum and sway, scattering glimmers of light that did nothing to dispel the darkness hanging over the hall.

"Lawrence, at least, died a warrior’s death! But Ansarhin... we don’t even have a damn body!" His gaze swept across the ministers below like a hawk eyeing prey. No one dared to speak. Each stare from him carried with it a silent storm of pressure and judgment.

As Crown Prince, his role was to guide the empire’s direction and build his own prestige.

Evaluating the combat strength of subordinates? That was someone else’s job.

The Sword King’s final strike had been truly earth-shattering—heroic, unquestionable.

But King of Assassins?

No word. No kill count. No body.

And now the war dispatch claimed he’d simply gone missing?

The ministers all kept their heads low, barely breathing, each one terrified of becoming the next object of their prince’s fury. Their bodies trembled subtly, sweat beading along their foreheads.

It was then that Wilson’s sharp eyes caught sight of a girl in a white dress standing quietly at the council chamber entrance.

"Bella...? What are you doing here?"

The newcomer was none other than Imperial Princess Isabella, a child chosen by Michael himself—blessed with divine strength.

Her golden curls were messily tied into a lopsided ponytail, the ends still sticky with jam—clear evidence she’d just raided the imperial kitchen.

She was carrying a massive glaive, the weapon’s haft as thick as her arm and over three meters long, forming a ridiculous contrast to her petite frame.

Hearing her brother’s question, the girl lifted her head, her bright blue eyes curved like crescent moons, revealing a radiant smile. "Brother Wilson, I asked Father, and he’s sleeping, so I’m taking that as permission. Look—this is a legendary weapon I found in the armory. With this, my combat power will increase by another thirty percent! Let me go! I promise I’ll beat those Demons until they’re running scared!"

She excitedly swung the giant glaive in her hands, which buzzed in the air with a humming sound.

"Nonsense!" Wilson’s forehead veins bulged as complicated emotions filled his eyes. "Didn’t I tell you? You won’t be an adult for another two months! During this time, you’re not allowed to do anything, and you cannot leave the Imperial Capital!"

He refused Isabella’s request without mercy, his tone filled with hesitation.

Wilson clearly knew that throughout her childhood and youth, Isabella Atras had maintained a perfect winning record in sparring within the Imperial Capital.

The Royal Family arranged opponents for her in a progressive manner based on age, and once she passed fifteen, her opponents included none other than the Sword King.

She had sparred with Sword King Lawrence. Although at that time Lawrence hadn’t yet used that earth-shattering sword strike, Isabella had held the upper hand throughout the match.

Their sparring was more like a controlled exchange, but Isabella, though young, was far from inexperienced. She was the one who first pressed her weapon’s tip against her opponent’s neck.

Power at the "king" level was rare even within the Royal Family.

In such a short time, having lost two top fighters in succession, the Royal Family no longer had "king"-level warriors available to dispatch at Crown Prince Wilson’s command.

Of course, the Atras Royal Family had other elite forces in reserve, but those were far beyond the Crown Prince’s reach—they were directly under the king’s command.

Overstepping that boundary could raise suspicions of rebellion.

So the only one who didn’t risk overstepping authority or worrying about combat strength was the Michael-chosen Imperial Princess before him—Isabella Atras.

Upon hearing this, Isabella puffed out her cheeks in displeasure but knew her brother’s intentions were for her own good, so she could only sulk silently.

"Hmph!"

She hefted the giant glaive and stomped her foot slightly, causing the entire council chamber to tremble.

Seeing this, Wilson and the many ministers dared not look directly at her.

Just then, a strong figure dashed into the council chamber without announcement and hurried straight to Wilson’s side.

Judging by Wilson’s completely unguarded reaction, it was clear this person was his trusted aide.

The aide leaned close to Wilson’s ear and whispered a few words. Wilson froze briefly before his frown smoothed out.

"Prepare the carriage. I’m heading out to the countryside."

"Brother Wilson, I’ll go with you. I’ll protect you..."

"No. Like I said, you’re not allowed to leave the Imperial Capital for two months."

With that, Wilson anxiously turned and quickly strode away.

Isabella watched the backs of Wilson and the ministers, grinding her teeth before suddenly breaking into a relieved smile.

"Hmph hmph. Once you’re gone, who knows if I’ll sneak out or not."

...

Night fell.

Wilson rode in a royal carriage pulled by six black horses, taking a long detour before arriving at an abandoned windmill on the outskirts of the city.

The carriage wheels clattered over the gravel road, producing a creaking sound that was especially harsh in the quiet night.

Inside the windmill, it was dim and silent, with only the occasional gust of wind rustling the broken blades of the windmill, creating a faint creaking noise.

The walls were covered in moss, the ground piled thick with dust, and some rats scurried about in the corners.

Two cloaked figures had been waiting for some time. Their presence was steady and powerful, like two insurmountable mountains.

The man on the left was bare-chested, muscular and rugged, carrying a massive black crystal longbow. Frost had formed on the bowstring, radiating waves of chilling cold.

The elder on the right leaned on a staff embedded with a green gemstone. Simply sitting there, he emitted an inscrutable aura, leaving everyone uncertain about what he might do next.

"Oh my, look who’s here—none other than our esteemed Crown Prince of the Atras Empire," came an aged yet stubborn voice from beneath the green cloak.

"Geodia, Your Excellency, I thought you might arrive later," Wilson said without fear, despite the two overwhelming presences before him.

Geodia was the Mage-King of the Kingdom of Ankgarde, a veteran mage from the God of Deceit sect, specializing in deceit magic.

He was not only recognized for his strength but was also deeply respected by the people of Ankgarde.

"Appointment? I don’t recall any such thing. Weren’t we just here for a visit?" the old mage said.

At this, the bare-chested muscular man showed a hint of impatience in his brow and spoke up, "Enough, Senior Geodia. Let’s be direct. Crown Prince, Your Excellency, I’m afraid this deal won’t go through. According to our agreement, your people were supposed to restrict the activities of the ’luminous saint’ so that the two of us could eliminate them. But now, there’s no need for me to explain the situation, right?"

The original plan was already ruined.

Now that demons had taken over, regardless of the "luminous saint" issue, if the demon problem in "Rose Valley" town wasn’t resolved properly, it would seriously damage the Crown Prince’s reputation and cause both the people and the king to doubt his capability.

"White Arrow, Your Excellency," Wilson kept his superior smile as he looked at the muscular man. "As you said, the deal was halted due to our accident. But now there’s an even bigger deal. I wonder if you two would be interested in hearing about it?"

"Hmph," the old mage snorted coldly but said nothing.

Whatever nonsense he planned, everyone could already smell the trouble.

Bow King White Arrow deliberately broke the silence, "Please, go ahead."

Wilson turned slightly and paced, a calculating glint flashing in his eyes. "You two have been lurking at the battlefield’s edge for a long time, so you must have a clear understanding of the situation."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and his attendants immediately brought out boxes filled with gold coins. The coins gleamed under the candlelight, emanating a tempting aura.

"As long as you two take action, these are just a deposit," Wilson said.

Bow King White Arrow and Mage-King Geodia glanced at each other, seemingly uninterested in the alluring gold coins.

"Heh." White Arrow forced a dry laugh. "Crown Prince, Your Excellency, as far as I know, there are at least two Great Demons in the town ahead. Since the number increased from one to two, it means your situation is worse than you imagined. This small stake might just cover some maintenance for my bow. If you want us to take this risk, I’m afraid..."

Wilson’s eyes darkened sharply.

No one likes being taken advantage of in a crisis.

But now, caught between a rock and a hard place, after some thought, he said, "About that matter—the cooperation with the Queen’s Faction to eradicate the Duke’s Faction—I will intervene. As long as you help me get through this, I will handle your concerns immediately!"

"Deal." Bow King White Arrow and Mage-King Geodia exchanged a smile and replied.

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