Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 496:The More The Better

The moment did not remain private for long.

At the far end of the corridor, behind a door that was only half-closed, five figures stood frozen, peering through the restricted opening.

Sophia slowly withdrew her hand from the door handle, her expression becoming one of deep contemplation.

"…So," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Is anyone going to remark on this?"

Diana blinked, her glasses shifting slightly as her gaze remained fixed forward.

"I… did not foresee events unfolding this rapidly," she stated softly.

Lia leaned against the wall, arms folded, struggling to suppress a smile.

"I mean… I saw this coming," she murmured under her breath.

Mira, meanwhile, had both hands clamped over her mouth, her eyes wide with utter astonishment.

"Did she just—" she stammered, clearly taken aback.

"Yes," Selena confirmed calmly from the side, her arms also crossed.

"She did."

A brief and heavy silence descended as they all absorbed the sight before them.

Sophia then turned her head, her gaze sweeping over the others.

"…Our husband was just kissed by the very assassin who attempted to end his life."

Diana nodded without hesitation.

"Indeed."

Sophia's eyes narrowed slightly.

"…And he didn't even react."

"Also correct," Diana responded in the same even tone.

Mira finally lowered her hands, her stunned expression still in place.

"Why does this feel strangely… normal?" she inquired quietly.

Diana let out a soft snort."Because, in a way, it is."

Sophia rubbed her forehead, releasing a slow breath.

"No… no, it really isn't."

Selena shifted slightly, leaning back against the wall.

"Given who 'he' is, it actually is quite normal," she stated with composure.

They all fell silent once more for a few moments.

Then, Lia leaned forward slightly, peering through the gap again.

"…She's crying now," she whispered.

Diana nodded.

"He is patting her head."

Sophia slowly looked up towards the ceiling, a silent plea for patience evident.

"…Naturally, he is."

Mira tilted her head, clearly trying to piece it all together.

"…Wait… is this the beginning of… something?" she asked, hesitant.

Selena raised an eyebrow, inquiring,

"The beginning of… what specifically?"

"You know…" Mira gestured vaguely with her hands.

"First the tears… then the confession… and then—"

"Enough," Sophia interrupted instantly, her voice firm yet low.

"We are not going to construct a timeline of events from this."

Lia let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head.

"Too late for that. It's already happened."

Diana coughed lightly, then spoke in a tone that was both calm and analytical.

"…From a psychological standpoint, this entire situation is quite understandable."

All eyes turned towards her simultaneously. Diana adjusted her glasses once more.

"She experienced prolonged emotional suppression, followed by exposure to consistent and benevolent treatment. An emotional attachment was virtually inevitable."

Sophia stared at her for a moment.

"…Are you seriously analyzing this?"

Diana blinked.

"Yes."

Selena offered a slight nod.

"Her assessment is accurate."

Mira sighed softly.

"I can't decide if I should be impressed or deeply concerned."

Lia smirked."I find myself impressed."

Sophia slowly shook her head, crossing her arms.

"…I leave him unsupervised for merely a few days, and he returns with a rare treasure, a new… associate, and now a confession…"

She paused momentarily, then a small laugh escaped her.

"Hehehe… you see, my husband possesses a certain charm," she declared, proudly rubbing her nose.

Selena glanced at her sideways.

"That is hardly cause for boasting," she remarked calmly.

Sophia immediately frowned, looking at Selena.

"…Don't phrase it like that," she muttered.

Lia snorted again, while Mira attempted to stifle her laughter.

Diana simply adjusted her glasses once more, her expression remaining unchanged.

The group remained in their quiet observation for another moment, their gazes fixed on the unfolding scene, their expressions softening.

Despite the unexpected turn of events, a sense of calm prevailed among them.

There was instead a peculiar feeling of acceptance.

Kassandra had braced herself for the harshest outcome.

She had anticipated being scrutinized, silently judged, and treated with aloofness. After all, her past intention was to assassinate the very man they all cherished. Even if they spared her punishment, she expected cold stares and guarded interactions.

However, what she received instead left her utterly astonished.

Warmth.

Acceptance.

And an emotion she had never anticipated… excitement.

This was particularly noticeable from Sophia.

Sophia walked around her slowly, scrutinizing her from head to toe with a contemplative look, and then, with a beaming smile, she suddenly clapped her hands together.

"Yes… all we need now is an elf and a dragon," she stated casually.

"...."

Her words caused a complete freeze in everyone in the room.

Diana blinked, and Lia slowly turned her head.

Mira looked utterly bewildered.

Selena simply stared at Sophia in silence.

"Sister… aren't you perhaps aiming a bit too high?" Diana inquired carefully, adjusting her glasses.

Sophia waved her hand dismissively.

"Sheesh… this is pretty normal. You don't know anything," she said with utter confidence.

Then, her fist shot up into the air.

"Our goal is to conquer everything!"

Her booming declaration reverberated throughout the hall.

In a far corner, one person nearly choked on their breath.

Ethan, who had remained a silent observer in the shadows, tensed for a brief moment.

He slowly wiped the sweat from his brow and murmured to himself.

"Damn… my wife is way fiercer than I anticipated…"

He paused, then a subtle smile graced his lips.

"…Ah… from where could I find such a wife… I absolutely love it."

With a quiet chuckle, he retreated further and vanished from the vicinity, leaving the scene behind.

.....

Meanwhile, leagues to the northern expanse of Frostvele…

SWISHHH!

A deadly, frigid wind swept across the desolate land.

The chilling air sliced through the environment like sharp blades, causing all present to tremble intensely. The ground was blanketed in thick ice, and every exhalation instantly materialized into frost.

"Hiss…" faint wisps of breath transformed into snow as they escaped their nostrils.

"It's so cold…" one of the men uttered, his body wracked with shivers.

"Even at the Master's stage, I am feeling this immense cold. I fear others below that level might perish."

Another voice chimed in, tinged with strain.

"Forget Master… even I am at the Half-step Emperor realm and I am freezing," Randall stated, his brow furrowed as he pulled his cloak tighter.

He turned his head, casting his gaze towards the slender man standing beside him.

The man's form was adorned with small, warm, furry beasts that crawled over him, their bodies emitting gentle heat.

"You've certainly got it made, Young Lord Wales," Randall remarked, shaking his head slightly.

Upon hearing this, Wales offered a wry smile.

"I wouldn't exactly call this comfortable," he responded softly, adjusting one of the creatures perched on his shoulder.

He was about to utter more when suddenly…

RUMBLE!

The very ground beneath their feet heaved violently.

Everyone staggered precariously as fissures snaked across the frozen surface.

"What in the blazes?" Randall exclaimed, his expression hardening instantly as he peered ahead.