Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill

Chapter 595: 595:The Politics In Background

The moment Ethan returned to the residence prepared for him inside the capital, the relaxed expression on his face completely disappeared, and the heavy atmosphere from the dinner immediately returned.

”What happened?Why do you look so stressed?”Rathalos asked with a deepening frown.

The words spoken by Elena kept echoing inside his mind repeatedly.

”The Emperor has already sent troops behind the back to negotiate.”

It was clear now.

The royal family had already decided their direction.

And Ethan...

Had already become involved too deeply to pull himself out cleanly.

The moment he entered the room, he immediately walked toward the desk near the window without even removing his outer coat properly.

Rathlos, who had followed behind, frowned slightly after seeing Ethan’s serious expression.

”You are seriously going to do it?” he asked.

Ethan did not answer immediately.

Instead, he quietly pulled out a sheet of paper before sitting down heavily on the chair.

The candlelight flickered softly across the room while silence lingered for several moments.

Then Ethan finally spoke quietly.

”There is no point delaying anymore,” he said.

Rathlos folded his arms tightly.

”You should think once again,” he said seriously.

”This kind of thing is not simple.”

Ethan gave a faint bitter smile after hearing that.

”You think I don’t know that?” he asked quietly.

His fingers slowly tightened around the pen.

”But right now...”

He paused briefly before continuing.

”...even if we want to step away, there is no clean way out anymore.”

Rathlos remained silent.

Because deep down even he understood Ethan was right.

The moment Ethan brought out that potion and showed it to the Emperor, he had already stepped into the center of something much bigger than himself.

Now every important figure inside the Empire was watching him carefully.

And after tonight’s conversation with the Crown Princess...

The meaning became even clearer.

If Ethan stood outside the Crown Prince’s side while peace negotiations began, then all the pressure and suspicion could easily be shifted onto him.

Rathlos clicked his tongue lightly in frustration.

”This is fucking troublesome,” he muttered.

Ethan let out a quiet breath.

”It always was.”

Then he slowly began writing the letter carefully.

The room remained quiet except for the scratching sound of the pen moving across paper.

Rathlos stood nearby while watching Ethan silently for a while before speaking again.

”You know this will also take away most of your accomplishments, right?” he said.

”If peace succeeds, the royal family will naturally stand at the front.”

”And you...”

He frowned slightly.

”...you might end up disappearing quietly behind everything.”

Ethan paused briefly after hearing that.

Then surprisingly he smiled faintly.

”There is nothing wrong with that,” he replied calmly.

Rathlos looked at him strangely.

Ethan leaned slightly back against the chair while staring quietly at the unfinished letter.

”I don’t need some grand praise,” he said softly.

”As long as the war stops...”

His eyes slowly lowered.

”And as long as my children can safely return home...”

A faint tiredness appeared in his expression.

”...then that is enough for me.”

Rathlos stared at Ethan silently for several moments after hearing those words.

Then he sighed deeply while rubbing his forehead.

”Haaa...”

”You really are weird sometimes,” he muttered.

Ethan chuckled faintly.

”I will take that as praise.”

Rathlos snorted lightly but did not continue persuading him anymore.

Because he could already see it clearly.

Ethan had already made up his mind.

Soon after, Ethan finally finished writing the letter.He carefully folded it before sealing it properly with wax.

The letter was simple direct and clear.

Marquise Ethan Blanks formally accepted Crown Prince Haster’s proposal and expressed willingness to cooperate moving forward.

Ethan quietly stared at the sealed letter for a few moments.

Then he slowly handed it toward the waiting servant nearby.

”Deliver this to His Highness personally,” he instructed calmly.

The servant immediately bowed deeply.

”As you command, Lord Marquise.”

Soon, the servant quickly left the residence carrying the letter away.

The room became quiet once again afterward.

Ethan slowly leaned back against the chair while closing his eyes briefly.

Rathlos glanced toward him before speaking quietly.

”So...”

”It’s done.”

Ethan gave a small nod without opening his eyes.

”Yes,” he replied softly.

Outside the window, the lights of the Imperial Capital continued shining beneath the night sky.

And somewhere deep inside that massive city the political currents surrounding Ethan had quietly begun to move even faster.

The war continued spreading across the continent like an endless wildfire, and every single day more territories were dragged into chaos while countless soldiers marched toward battlefields they might never return from.

The frontlines constantly shifted.

One side captured land today.

The other side reclaimed it tomorrow.

Cities were burned down...villages disappeared...and large plains once filled with life had now turned into graveyards stained with blood and smoke.

Every month, hundreds of thousands died.

Some died on the battlefield.

Some died protecting cities.

And many ordinary people died simply because they were caught between armies that no longer cared about anything except victory.

The situation had already gone far beyond a simple war between nations.

It had become madness.

A true world war.

The Demon Alliance continued attacking fiercely alongside the Orcs and Beastmen while the Human Empires resisted desperately from every direction, and the longer the war continued, the more brutal both sides became.

Many young talents rose during the battles.

Many old experts fell.

And everywhere...

Funeral bells rang endlessly.

Inside the Imperial Capital, the atmosphere also remained tense despite the prosperity visible on the surface.

Battle reports arrived daily.

Wounded soldiers continuously returned.

And countless noble families had already lost sons, daughters, fathers, and brothers to the war.

Yet amidst all this chaos a strange rumor suddenly began spreading quietly across the continent.

Peace talks.

No one knew exactly where the rumors started from.

Some claimed the Empire was secretly negotiating.Others said the Demons were beginning to retreat.

And some even claimed that a cure for the Demon disease had already been found.

The stories sounded ridiculous.

Yet strangely enough...

The rumors kept spreading wider and wider.