Chapter 74.3

But speaking of the God of Light...

Oswald suddenly remembered something and asked, "You... There were quite a few people who knew who you were in Mirror Island back then, and there might be some troubles in the future. With your temper, you must be itching all over your body after being tortured all day long."

Kevin waved his hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter," he said. "They probably don't remember it. But old man Ian is a bit... well, he's been shivering a lot when talking to me in the past month and a half.

"He may still have a little bit of an impression. And Peter has been dazed. As for the others, they should have forgotten it if nothing else happened. Besides—"

Kevin smiled, crossed his legs, and leaned loosely on the back of the chair. "I am no longer the God of Light," he said. "My godhead is gone, so there is nothing to worry about."

Oswald was dumbfounded by the old god's relaxed demeanor. He couldn't help but think of the almost crazy and creepy appearance of the Empress God Melo on Mirror Island.

One was not satisfied with more than a hundred godheads, and the other lost his godhead but didn't care. This was probably the biggest contrast and irony.

Kevin's words reminded Oswald of a saying: "The truly powerful are those who do not need power." Kevin was the perfect embodiment of this saying.

He had once been the most powerful god in the world, but now he was just a mortal. But even without his godhead, he was still as powerful and confident as ever.

"Eh? How long have you been pretending to be dizzy?" Kevin asked, his brow furrowed in puzzlement. "It's impossible that I didn't notice it at all."

The emperor was brought back to his senses by Kevin's words. He blushed slightly and said, "Oh, I've been pretending for a while now. It started when you peeled off my clothes."

Kevin was speechless.

It was most unfortunate that the old butler Ian, who had just walked to the door, happened to overhear these two words. His knees buckled once again.

Fortunately, the old housekeeper was wise this time. He called two young servants over to help him.

He placed the dinner plates and washing utensils in the hands of the two young servants, so that the second time would not be wasted.

Ian had lived for decades, and he had never felt that a position like a housekeeper could be so life-threatening. He could suffer a heart attack or a stroke at any moment.

The next day, the news that the emperor had "cheated on the corpse" spread like wildfire throughout the Xuan Palace and the base camps of the three major armies.

The news was so shocking that it left everyone speechless.

When the generals and ministers of the armies heard the news, they were struck dumb. They thought to themselves, "If the emperor cheats three times a year, even if he were replaced by a donkey, it would still be too much."

This time, Mi Ao did not need to go around explaining the unlucky reminder. Everyone automatically and spontaneously agreed that the reason for the emperor's fraudulent corpse was exactly the same as that of Commander Fassbinder.

After all, what was the big deal about feigning death and then coming back to life? Were they unhappy that the emperor had woken up? Of course not! They were happy! Cheers to the emperor's recovery!

This day also coincided with the Golden Leaf Festival. From this day on, summer would be over, and autumn would officially begin.

This was a day of celebration for the entire continent, and even the islands. There would be joyful bonfire dances and fruit wine parties everywhere.

The lively market would last for three days and three nights, and the imperial city of St. Antis and Wujin Suspended Palace were no exception.

The streets were filled with people, all celebrating the emperor's recovery and the start of autumn. There was music and dancing, and the air was filled with the smell of roasted meat and freshly baked bread.

Everyone was in a festive mood, and the atmosphere was electric. It was a day to forget one's troubles and simply enjoy the moment. A day to celebrate life and the blessings of the harvest. A day to be happy.

The men of the legion were not idle all year round.

Every few days, they would find an excuse to celebrate. This time, led by Mi Ao, Camus, and other commanders, they decided to hold a celebration party in the hall of the outer courtyard of the Hanging Palace, on the pretext of "celebrating the rebirth of His Majesty the Emperor and His Excellency Commander Fassbinder."

Oswald reluctantly approved, pinching his nose and signing the parchment. He knew that the legionnaires were restless, and he did not want to give them any reason to cause trouble.

He also knew that this celebration would be a good opportunity to boost morale and unity among the soldiers.

The Emperor was extremely unhappy, and there were three main reasons for his discontent:

1. Despite everyone enjoying delicious and spicy food in the hall, he was only allowed to drink bland fruit and vegetable soup. He couldn't help but sneer at the lack of meaty aroma in the soup, aside from the occasional bit of minced meat floating through it. Ho... Ho... Ho!!!

2. While everyone else was free to indulge in the latest fruit wines, he was forbidden from partaking.

3. A vile man named Kevin Fassbinder had followed him to the event and completely ignored his presence. To make matters worse, the man had even tied him to his bed with an iron chain when he tried to escape. As an onlooker, Ian had done nothing to help him and had instead run away, leaving Kevin to do as he pleased.

In short, the Emperor's only desire was to leave and never look back.