My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses - Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Chapter 205: To A New Journey
After the departure of the Third Prince, the tension in the capital did not ease. If anything, it thickened like smoke gathering on a still night. Vahn stood at the heart of the storm, but his expression remained impassive. The words of the Third Prince still echoed in the hall. A declaration of war, though spoken with the mask of a diplomatic envoy. His refusal was inevitable.

But the real test was yet to come.

Later that evening, Celestine summoned Vahn to her private study. The room was as immaculate as always—pristine walls, dark wood furnishings, and shelves lined with ancient scrolls and books. The soft glow of spirit lamps cast muted shadows on the stone floor. It was a place where Vahn had never truly belonged, but now, in this moment, he could feel the weight of everything it represented.

Celestine stood by the window, gazing out over the city with her back to him. She looked ethereal, but her silence spoke louder than any words could. Vahn waited, his hands resting casually at his sides.

Finally, she spoke, her voice low but sharp, cutting through the quiet like a blade.

“Why did you choose to side with me?” she asked without turning around. “You could have claimed the Empire for yourself. Why bend your knee to me? You have your own power, your own following. What do you truly seek, Vahn?”

Vahn exhaled softly, his voice calm and measured as he responded. “I don’t seek the Empire, Celestine. I never have. I only seek to help you take the throne.”

Her body stiffened slightly, her grip tightening on the windowsill. He could feel the intensity of her gaze without needing to see it. She didn’t speak immediately, as though weighing his words. She had always been a woman of restraint, a leader who only moved when the time was right. But she knew. She understood the subtle shifts, the whispers in the wind that Vahn had planted with his actions.

She turned to face him, her eyes searching his with a practiced, emotionless focus. “You would help me? Why?” she asked, her words heavy with suspicion and something more—something deeper that Vahn couldn’t fully place.

He tilted his head, his gaze unwavering. “Because I have fallen for you, Celestine. Ever since we first met.”

Her expression froze.

For a moment, he thought he saw the faintest flicker of disbelief in her eyes. “You think I am some fool?” she said, her voice sharp and cold. “You think after everything, you can simply claim a place at my side with such shallow words? With nothing but empty promises?”

Vahn did not flinch. He had expected this. She was many things—brilliant, ruthless, and guarded—but she was not a fool. And she had never been one to let her emotions guide her decisions.

Before she could speak again, before she could dissect his words further, Vahn moved. He crossed the distance between them in a single stride, his hand reaching out to gently lift her chin. Her eyes flashed with something between shock and fury, but she didn’t pull away.

Then, without warning, he kissed her.

It was fierce and sudden, an intensity that matched the weight of everything they had shared and everything they had yet to confront. His lips met hers, red and soft, and for a fleeting moment, the rest of the world vanished. There was only the sensation of her breath against his, the delicate taste of her, the overwhelming silence that settled in the wake of the action.

Celestine’s body went rigid beneath his touch. Her hands pressed against his chest, as if to push him away, but she did not—could not—break the kiss. She was caught in the moment, breathless, eyes wide, unable to move. Vahn’s heart hammered in his chest, and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he felt the weight of something more than just duty or calculation. It was desire, pure and undeniable.

When he finally pulled away, Celestine stood frozen, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide with surprise, and a mixture of confusion and anger swirling in their depths. Her breath came in quick bursts, her face flushed. She was speechless, unable to form words in the aftermath of the kiss. But it didn’t matter. Because the question had been answered.

The kiss spoke for him. His actions had already answered all the questions she had.

Celestine blinked several times, her eyes narrowing. Without a moment’s hesitation, she slapped him.

The sound echoed through the room, sharp and resounding, and Vahn did not flinch. He simply stood there, his cheek smarting, but his eyes fixed on hers, unbroken, unwavering.

“That,” she said, her voice tight, “was uncalled for.”

Vahn did not respond immediately. He let the moment hang in the air, allowing her the space to process, to confront the reality of what had just transpired. He had never expected her to embrace him without resistance. He had only wanted to make her feel something beyond her careful calculations.

She stared at him for a long moment, her expression shifting between rage and something else—a deep, unspoken recognition.

After a long silence, she took a step back, exhaling sharply. Her demeanor shifted, the cold, imperious mask slipping back into place. “Get your things packed,” she said, her voice no longer trembling with anger, but with resolve. “We leave for the Core World of the Empire. Now.”

Vahn raised an eyebrow, his surprise momentary. “You’re taking me there?”

“Yes,” Celestine replied. “You want to play in the imperial game? Then you will learn its rules firsthand.” Her eyes flashed with a fire he hadn’t seen in years. “And you will learn them quickly.”

She turned and began walking toward the door, leaving Vahn to catch up. But there was no hurry in his step. He had made his decision, and now he would follow through.

—

Vahn, Renka, and Zutian were soon preparing to depart. The capital was bustling with activity, but an unmistakable sense of finality lingered in the air. Lord Vahn was about to leave the Eastern Continent, leaving behind everything he had built, everything he had fought for. But this was not an end. It was a beginning.

Zutian, ever the reluctant traveler, grumbled as he packed his things, muttering under his breath. “You know, this isn’t how I pictured our adventures going. I thought we’d be fighting off sects, not marching into the heart of the Empire.”

Vahn’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles. “We still have work to do, my friend.”

Renka, who had remained quiet as she prepared, glanced up at him. “Are you sure about this?”

Vahn nodded. “Yes. I may have played the Empire’s game, but this is no longer about me. It’s about Celestine. She has the power to change the balance. I’m here to make sure she wins.”

As they left the capital, the vastness of the world beyond seemed to stretch infinitely in front of them. The ship that awaited them—a sleek imperial cruiser—was a symbol of the shift in their lives. No longer would they be on the periphery. No longer would they operate in the shadows.

The journey to the Core World was long. The imperial ship carried them through fold-space, its sleek form cutting through the void with an ease that seemed to mock the turbulence of the world they were leaving behind. Vahn stood on the deck of the ship, staring out into the endless expanse of stars, a quiet storm swirling within him.

Renka stood beside him, watching the stars reflect in his eyes. “You understand what this means, don’t you?” she asked softly.

Vahn nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Yes. Celestine will be the one to bring stability to the Empire. But she needs me. And I need her.”

“You’re not the same man you were when we first met,” Renka said, her voice tinged with something like admiration and uncertainty.

“No,” Vahn replied. “I’m something else entirely.”

The Core World of the Empire awaited them.

And as they neared their destination, Vahn could feel the weight of the future pressing down on him. Not with the crushing inevitability of war, but with the quiet certainty that destiny had finally laid its cards on the table.

The game was about to change once again.

And this time, it would not be played by the rules.

—

Two weeks later.

The imperial capital loomed ahead. Its sheer scale was enough to make even Vahn pause for a moment. The heart of the Empire. The seat of power. And in the distance, amidst the grandeur, Celestine would take her rightful place.

He could feel her presence as they descended toward the capital.

“Ready for what comes next?” Renka asked, her voice low as she joined him on the deck.

Vahn looked at her, his expression unreadable. “I’ve been ready for years. Now, it’s time to claim what’s mine.”

As the imperial ship touched down, the ground beneath them trembled. The weight of the Empire itself seemed to shift as Vahn and his companions prepared to step into the heart of the storm.