My Celestial Ascension

As Archbishop Gregor and the Heroes from the Holy Light Empire stepped into the grand Throne Hall of the Imperial Palace, everyone present raised their brows, casting cold and disdainful gazes upon them.

“Tsk!” Archbishop Gregor clicked his tongue in irritation, feeling deeply insulted by their behavior toward him and the Heroes. ‘These lowlifes… How dare they look down on the Holy Church? Our Goddess of Light and Justice will never forgive them!’ he seethed inwardly, his fury directed at the Imperial Family and the officials of the Lionheart Empire.

“Archbishop Gregor, to what do we owe the honor of your divine presence?” Emperor Philip asked, his expression unreadable as he narrowed his eyes at Gregor and the Summoned Heroes behind him.

“Emperor Philip, drop the act. You know exactly why I’m here,” Archbishop Gregor replied sharply, his voice echoing arrogantly through the hall.

“I see… That’s unfortunate. I was planning to offer you and your companions the hospitality of our Empire,” Emperor Philip said with a sigh, feigning innocence.

“Quit acting, you’re only wasting my precious time. And don’t pretend as if you don’t already know—we’re not here for your hospitality,” Gregor snapped, his body trembling with barely contained anger.

“Release our Holy Son at once and beg for forgiveness for your vile actions! Or else, you won’t walk away from this unscathed. Do not underestimate the Holy Church!” he declared, exuding self-righteous arrogance as if he were the ruler here.

Everyone in the Throne Hall was stunned by his brazen tone and outrageous demands.

“Archbishop Gregor,” Emperor Philip responded coolly, “have you perhaps forgotten that you are in ‘my’ territory? In this Empire, only ‘my’ rules matter. This isn’t the Holy Light Empire where you can make such foolish demands.”

A heavy pressure suddenly filled the hall as Emperor Philip unleashed his aura upon Gregor and the Heroes.

To his surprise, the Heroes stood unaffected, as if shielded by a mysterious force.

“So, these are the Heroes summoned through the sacrifice of tens of thousands of lives,” Emperor Philip muttered, eyes narrowed. “They are… interesting.”

“I see… So ‘this’ is where your confidence comes from. Everything makes sense now,” he said with a cold laugh.

Meanwhile, the Heroes looked shocked and disbelieving upon hearing Emperor Philip’s words. They couldn’t believe the Holy Church had sacrificed so many people just to summon them from their world. It was inhuman.

“Emperor Philip! Don’t cross the line and spout such nonsense!” Archbishop Gregor roared, furious that he had so casually revealed such a secret.

“You’re the one lying here, Emperor Philip! I’m generous enough to give you another chance to beg for forgiveness!”

“Oh? I’m the one lying? Your expression says it all, Archbishop Gregor—you know I’m telling the truth,” Emperor Philip countered with a small chuckle, pleased that the Archbishop had taken the bait.

He went on, “Let me guess—you also told the Heroes I’m some evil emperor exploiting my people and that I kidnapped your Holy Son. Am I right?”

“For your information, your so-called Holy Son committed a heinous crime in my Empire. He is currently receiving punishment for that very crime.” Emperor Philip revealed, recalling the vile acts committed by Arthur, the Holy Son of the Holy Church.

“Not only did your Holy Son commit a serious crime, he also ordered his men to loot every home in the city under the pretense of searching. That is completely unacceptable in my Empire!”

He then turned a sharp gaze toward Archbishop Gregor and continued, “This isn’t the Holy Light Empire, where the church can do whatever it pleases. This is my land—the Lionheart Empire.”

“So don’t show your arrogance here, Archbishop Gregor,” Emperor Philip said sternly.

“Your Highness, please show some respect to the Archbishop. He is the leader of the Holy Church,” Kael said, stepping in with a confident smile befitting a Hero summoned from another world.

“Oh? And why should I show any respect to someone like you? You’ve just arrived in this world. You know nothing about it or how it works. So keep your mouth shut and show your respect.” Emperor Philip glared at Kael, clearly irritated by the Hero’s boldness.

“Kael, stop it. We’re not obligated to say anything. And he’s right—we still don’t know how this world works. It’s better to understand everything first before making any moves,” Ayumi said, grabbing Kael and holding him back from escalating the situation further.

“Let me go and teach this foolish emperor who he’s messing with… He is definitely in the wrong here and still refuses to release the Holy Son,” Kael spoke as he tried to free himself, but Ayumi didn’t let him go, and a few other friends also helped her keep Kael under control.

“Who is causing chaos here?”

Suddenly, a powerful voice resounded from behind, and everyone turned their heads toward the entrance of the throne hall—many curious, while some felt relieved upon hearing the voice.

As for Archbishop Gregor and the Heroes, they were confused by the sudden voice, which seemed to belong to a woman.

As they turned around, they saw a very handsome man entering the throne hall, accompanied by a group of gorgeous women who left many people speechless—especially the Heroes.

“Just who are these people? They’re so beautiful,” Zane muttered while staring at the women behind the young man, immediately drawn to them.

“Unbelievable… They’re so beautiful! They look like goddesses from a fairytale,” Ayumi muttered, covering her mouth in disbelief, clearly stunned by their radiant beauty.

‘They’re so beautiful… I feel like I’ve fallen in love…’ Kael thought as he stared at the women. Each of them was incredibly eye-catching, making him feel enchanted by their presence.

Yuan and his wives ignored everyone’s reactions and stood at the side with profound looks on their faces, scanning the room and observing everyone present.

“So, is this fool the Archbishop of the Holy Church?” Yuan asked casually, pointing his thumb at Archbishop Gregor while addressing Emperor Philip.

“Indeed, he is. Hahaha!” Emperor Philip laughed while nodding, clearly amused by how Yuan had addressed the Archbishop.

Upon hearing this absurd way of referring to him, Archbishop Gregor immediately became furious and glared at Yuan with rage, fighting the urge to strike him down.

“Hey, bastard! Know your place before spouting such ridiculous words!” Kael shouted at Yuan with a furious glare and a hint of jealousy on his face.

“Hmm? What does this have to do with you? Keep your mouth shut!” Yuan responded, releasing a bit of his cultivation aura and directing it at Kael, who was acting overly arrogant.

As soon as Yuan released his cultivation, Kael immediately dropped to one knee, feeling utterly hopeless in front of Yuan, his expression filled with confusion.

He couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. For a split second, it felt like he was about to die—sliced into tens of thousands of pieces in the blink of an eye. And then, the next moment, he was on his knee.

‘What the hell… just happened?!’ Kael swallowed hard and began to sweat profusely, relieved that he hadn’t been killed on the spot.

Archbishop Gregor and everyone else stared at the scene with dazed expressions, struggling to believe what they were seeing.

‘With the protection of our Divine Goddess… how did the Hero of Light get brought to his knees by that brat?!’ Archbishop Gregor panicked, stunned by the impossible scene before him.

‘This should be impossible… What the hell is this beast?! How could he possess such overwhelming power?!’ Archbishop Gregor stared at Yuan, utterly disbelieving.

He had never encountered anyone who could defy the power of a god—yet here stood someone doing exactly that, right before his eyes.

‘This brat is a serious threat to the Holy Church! He must be eliminated immediately! I cannot overlook this!’ he thought, now glaring at Yuan with murderous intent.

“Holy Light Magic—Piercing Strike!”

Without warning, Archbishop Gregor unleashed a powerful seventh-tier Holy Magic—Piercing Strike. It was a precise and deadly spell, capable of piercing a mountain with ease and ending a person’s life before they could react.

“Hmm?” Yuan raised an eyebrow as he sensed the attack—but didn’t move. He remained perfectly still, as though it posed no threat at all.

‘This is it for you, brat. Die quietly and stop being a nuisance,’ Archbishop Gregor smirked, confident that his attack had struck true.

But the moment the radiant light hit Yuan’s body, it vanished. The only damage was to his clothes—a massive hole torn through the shirt he wore.

“Is that all you’ve got? How pathetic. Is the Holy Church really this weak?” Yuan laughed, casting a mocking smile at both the Archbishop and the Heroes.

“Since you had your chance, how about I return the favor by killing you?” Yuan said with a nonchalant smile on his face.

However, just as he was about to step forward, a hand gently rested on his shoulder. Valeria moved past him with a wide grin spreading across her face.

“Yuan, let me handle this old fool,” she said. “I want to teach him a lesson—not to mess with the Lionheart Empire, and to make an example out of him.”

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