While My Mage Wife Grinds, I Power Up Idly
Chapter 130: That’s Really Terrible!

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: That’s Really Terrible!

Meanwhile,

Outside "Rose Valley" town, the once-romantic flower fields had turned into muddy sludge. A large number of Imperial Capital soldiers, with Vivita—one of The Twelve Demon-Hunting Nuns—as their core, gathered outside the city, enveloped in a suffocating atmosphere beneath the night sky.

Without orders from their superiors, they dared not rashly return to Imperial Capital. And if they left this battlefield without permission, they would be considered deserters.

Although they had already fled once, by staying with the Demon Huntress Nun and helping to resolve the demon crisis in this town, they could atone for their sins.

The original highest commander of this army was King of Assassins Ansarhin. After Ansarhin’s disappearance, command passed to his two knights; after they were killed, it passed down again...

Until now, among the remaining several thousand troops, there was no capable commander left.

That night,

The soldiers set up camp to rest.

Ashu sneaked out of the town and, guided by the pillar of light cage, tracked down Vivita.

She was still maintaining that cage.

Inside the cage, she was restricted to mortal form. Seeing Ashu approach, she spoke, "Ashu, what are you—"

"Vivita, long time no see," Ashu said. "I originally came here to learn the baptism, but as you can see..."

"Don’t worry. I have already suppressed one Great Demon, and the other seems inactive for now. Our reinforcements will soon assemble, ensuring the Imperial Princess’s coming-of-age ceremony proceeds smoothly." Vivita thought Ashu was worried the demon chaos would disrupt the ceremony.

Little did she know, this demon chaos was precisely stirred up by Ashu.

Ashu had come to ask when The Twelve Demon-Hunting Nuns would gather, and when they would be dispatched.

However, before he could start asking, a powerful life signal approached at breakneck speed like a locomotive from the distant horizon.

He instinctively looked up. A golden figure leapt down under the moonlight, landing with such force that it left a half-person-deep crater in the ground.

As the flying mud dispersed, a girl dressed in a white knight’s skirt jumped out of the pit. The hem of her skirt was soaked with mud, and the gold-trimmed edges were torn into fringes.

Her golden curls were casually tied into a ponytail, with a few strands stuck to her sweat-moistened cheeks, and a wilted rose tucked among her hair.

The girl held a massive halberd, its shaft as thick as her arm. When she lifted her head, her bright blue eyes looked like deep seas frozen by magic, tiny beads of sweat clinging to her lashes, but in their depths burned a stubborn fire.

Even in the darkness of night, this girl was like a blazing flame, full of fighting spirit.

She wiped her face hard, leaving a smear of mud on her fair skin. Her small, slightly upturned nose wrinkled as she muttered, "That broken city gate made me take such a long detour!"

She grumbled as she kicked a nearby stone, which instantly shattered.

"Isabella?!" Vivita turned toward the voice. As one of The Twelve Demon-Hunting Nuns, she recognized her. "What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Imperial Capital preparing for your coming-of-age ceremony?"

The girl crossed her arms and raised her chin defiantly. "I’m not waiting two months! Brother Wilson said I can’t go out, but I’m going anyway. I heard there are strong demons here—give me one!"

After saying that,

Her gaze suddenly fell on Ashu, appraising him up and down in his Bishop’s black robe. "Who’s this? Doesn’t look like an ordinary Bishop."

Being Michael’s Chosen One, Isabella had a special sixth sense. Just by that feeling, she knew Ashu was no ordinary man.

Vivita explained, "Isabella, this is Ashu... Ashu, this is Isabella Atras of The Royal Family, the Imperial Princess about to have her coming-of-age ceremony, Michael’s Chosen One."

Through Vivita’s introduction, Ashu realized this girl was indeed the Imperial Princess preparing for her ceremony.

He never expected her to come directly to the battlefield.

Even more surprising was that she was Michael’s Chosen One. Correspondingly, Michael’s Chosen One was the counterpart to the "luminous saint." But Michael’s divine rank was one level below the Divine Mother Goddess, meaning the "luminous saint" was actually a higher tier.

Bathed in moonlight,

Ashu examined this Michael’s Chosen One, Isabella of The Royal Family. Her looks certainly couldn’t be bad—no matter how ugly the king was, he would have found a beautiful consort.

"Her figure is average, but she’s still a girl, and she’s pretty enough... System, give me her score already!" Ashu thought.

At that moment, the system sent a prompt:

[Detected life form scoring above 90—]

[Isabella Atras: 92 points]

[Profile: Imperial Princess of the Atras Royal Family, born Michael’s Chosen One. Trained since childhood, her strength is constantly growing. She loves fighting and is skilled only in combat; her cultural knowledge is weak.]

[Bind?]

Naturally, no hesitation. Ashu bound her instantly.

The moment he succeeded,

The system promptly gave another notification.

[Isabella Atras gained: Strength +1]

[Critical Return! Vessel gained: Strength +10]

Similar prompts kept streaming like barrage comments.

This made Ashu recall Anna’s returned "Magical Essence Manipulation Proficiency."

Clearly, the profile’s description of Isabella was literal—her strength really was constantly growing!

Bound to Isabella, Ashu felt an incredible surge of power from both sides.

He had just undergone a tenfold bloodline intensification, a complete rebirth, and now he was receiving a continuous return of strength.

He felt that it wouldn’t be long before he broke through his current realm and ascended to a higher level.

At that moment,

Ashu’s Reaper’s Eye detected two other strong life signatures.

They were coming from afar, not from the direction of Imperial Capital.

"It’s the Bow King and Mage-King," Ashu’s eyes turned cold. The involvement of people from the Kingdom of Ankgarde in a plot to assassinate him had escalated the conflict to that of mortal enemies.

And now, they even dared to show themselves openly.

"Ashu? What’s wrong?" Vivita noticed Ashu’s expression and asked.

"Two invaders from Ankgarde, trying to take advantage of the chaos. Shameless bunch," Ashu spat disdainfully.

No matter what those two had come for, it was clear that only their deaths would benefit Ashu.

At this moment, Ashu had a pawn at his disposal.

That was the Imperial Princess Isabella Atras!

As the empire’s Imperial Princess, hearing about a neighboring country trying to profit from their misfortune could not leave her indifferent.

Not only that, Ashu added fuel to the fire, "Last time at the border, those dogs from the Kingdom of Ankgarde killed several of my colleagues, and all they did was pay a little money and some Magic Stones as compensation. I think they weren’t satisfied with our attitude back then, so they’re deliberately retaliating."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Isabella stomped her foot fiercely.

"Is that so? That’s truly despicable!" The girl said, gripping her massive halberd tightly.

"Your Imperial Highness, what are you doing? Those two are powerful, on par with Vivita. You mustn’t act rashly,"

Isabella snorted coldly, her small nose wrinkling as she angrily stomped her foot. "Act rashly? I don’t understand that! All I know is, when we’re struggling against the Demon threat, the enemy dares to take advantage of our plight! As the Imperial Princess, it’s simply unacceptable not to slaughter them!"

"Wait," Ashu deliberately lowered his voice, "what if they could help us resist the Demons?"

"Help us? What about our pride? Letting the enemy help us?" Isabella emphasized again, "As the Imperial Princess, I simply can’t let them live!"

With that,

She stomped with terrifying force, leaving a huge crater where she stood.

Then she shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Holding her massive halberd, she quickly collided with the Bow King and Mage-King. At that moment, White Arrow and Geodia hadn’t realized the severity of the situation; they mistook Isabella for just another of Wilson’s elite and were about to greet her.

What greeted them instead was Isabella’s spear thrust.

Isabella wielded her halberd with the fury of a dragon.

White Arrow’s heart tightened, barely dodging in time.

But Isabella clung to them like a persistent parasite and immediately attacked again.

...

Meanwhile, on a high ground at the edge of the battlefield, Crown Prince Wilson Atras held a telescope, his face darkening with a terrifying scowl.

He watched as the Bow King and Mage-King’s figures gradually approached Rose Valley town, a smug smile just beginning to curl at the corner of his mouth.

However, when he saw Isabella’s figure appear on the battlefield, his smile froze instantly, and the telescope nearly slipped from his hands. "Damn it! How is she here?!"

Especially when he saw Isabella fiercely opposing the Bow King and Mage-King without hesitation, he trembled with rage and pounded the tree trunk beside him with force. "Damn it! Does she even know what she’s doing?!"

The Bow King and Mage-King were steadily being pushed back, and making them act came at a cost. Their current mission was to eradicate the Demons, so their power should have been focused on the Demons. Yet Isabella was far stronger than they had anticipated!

This seemingly young girl, whether in terms of the sophistication of her moves or the ferocity of her strength, was not someone ordinary.

"Stop! We are not your enemies!" White Arrow spoke, trying to explain.

But his voice was quickly drowned out by the roar of Isabella’s halberd.

"Shameless invaders, taste the fury of the Imperial Princess!"

The Bow King and Mage-King exchanged glances, surprise flickering in their eyes.

They hadn’t expected to be understood this way.

But they quickly realized this interpretation was normal—Crown Prince Wilson had yet to announce their identities. Moreover, it was better not to announce it; this deal was not one to be made public.