There were a total of seven Human Sword Saints Aude continent of Aude. Among them, Wilk the Reverse Scale Sword Saint, previously mentioned in the prologue, was the strongest. Roland, on the other hand, was ranked last among the seven.

  Although Roland was only Level 75, she possessed a true Silver Body, marking her as a genuine Silver Descendant.

  A side note—while in the game, players could eventually train themselves to achieve a Golden Body (since it was, after all, a game), the reality within the world of Aude was quite different. In this world's lore, the vast majority of ordinary people would never surpass Level 30, the peak of the Second Rank.

  Only those who became Bronze Citizens could break through their shackles, surpass their own limitations, and advance beyond Level 31—and the same rule applied to achieving Silver.

  This raises an important question:

  Could ordinary people break their limits like players?

  The answer? Yes... and no.

  Becoming a Bronze Citizen was an extremely complex and difficult process. Even though Kenley was more than familiar with it, he knew that those trials were far beyond the capabilities of most ordinary people.

  To become a Bronze Citizen, one had to pass the Three Great Trials, then endure the Holy Heart Ordeal, and finally, defeat a boss in a solo battle.

  Of course, in the game, players could clear these trials without much effort. With guides, experienced players, or just sheer determination, passing was not too difficult.

  But that was just a game.

  In reality, death was permanent. There were no second chances. Attempting the Bronze Trials was nothing short of a gamble with one's life.

  Moreover, once someone surpassed their shackles and became a Bronze Citizen, they were forbidden from creating guides or tutorials to assist others. Doing so would invoke divine punishment!

  This was a magical world, not a joke. In the realm of the gods, their watchful eyes permeated the very fabric of existence—perhaps in the trees, the birds, or even a simple rock.

  Attempting to guide Iron Citizens through the trials? That was a death sentence. Even merely thinking about it could bring divine retribution.

  Because of this, a certain group of critics—the"Aude Continent Scientists"—often ridiculed the game's plot:

  "Ordinary people are worthless, while hero players flood the streets."

  But really, wasn't this the case in most other MMORPGs as well? Players were essentially walking cheat codes, overpowered to the point of absurdity.

  But back to reality.

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  Despite ranking last among the Seven Sword Saints, Roland's sword techniques were exceptional—especially when used in PvP. Her control skills were utterly ridiculous.

  Back at the club, Kenley's game coach had once analyzed and deconstructed every sword technique used by the Seven Sword Saints, complete with a detailed PowerPoint presentation.

  Through research, it was concluded that among the Seven Sword Saints, three had the most efficient PvP skill sets, making them ideal for competitive play.

  And Roland ranked second!

  Although she was the weakest of the Seven Saints, even Kenley's coach had nothing but praise for her techniques. Had it not been for the fact that her skills were slightly inferior to Wilk's, she would have ranked first in PvP swordsmanship.

  Seeing Roland, Kenley's heart burned with excitement.

  If only he could become her disciple right now!

  He had studied her unparalleled sword techniques thoroughly and could wield them with absolute precision.

  In the game, countless players had fallen before his Violet Whisper Swordplay—a technique that combined control, combo chains, and movement mechanics into one seamless flow.

  But Kenley quickly dismissed the thought.

  He remembered that in the game, players had to be at least Level 45 to apprentice under Roland.

  And his current level? 10.

  He was far from qualified.

  Shaking his head, Kenley refocused his attention on the bustling streets before him. Petals of vibrant colors danced through the air—it was time to attend the ceremony at the cathedral.

  Back in the game, aside from scenery enthusiasts and fashion lovers, hardcore grinders like Kenley never had the time to appreciate festivals or celebrations.

  But now?

  For the first time, he found himself savoring the serene atmosphere of the festival.

  Before, he had been obsessed with leveling, farming dungeons, and honing his PvP skills—he never had the luxury of experiencing moments like this.

  As the three of them walked through the streets, Tia and Sylph chatted excitedly, pointing out interesting festival sights and sharing joyful laughter.

  Before they knew it, they had arrived at the Grand Cathedral of Light.

  At that moment, a massive crowd of devoted followers knelt in prayer before the cathedral gates, chanting solemn blessings for a bountiful year and seeking the gods' mercy and protection.

  The royal procession had also arrived.

  According to tradition, every year during this time, the Emperor of the Cain Empire would come to the cathedral to offer prayers and receive the High Priest's blessings.

  However, Kenley and the others had arrived too late. The carriages were already empty—aside from a few Imperial Guards, the emperor and his entourage had long since entered the cathedral.

  They had no choice but to watch from afar, unable to approach the royal convoy.

  Suddenly, Sylph pointed toward the procession, her eyes filled with curiosity.

  "Tia, is that your human royal family's convoy?"

  Tia nodded.

  "Yes. The coats of arms, attire, ceremonial formations, and military escorts—all these elements are exclusive to the royal family. The blue iris, golden wheels, mithril armor, and holy dragon crest are all symbols of the Cain Empire's royalty."

  Sylph's eyes sparkled with admiration.

  "As expected of a royal princess! I could tell it was something important, but I never knew all those details!"

  Tia smiled softly.

  "Though the Geffi Kingdom is far weaker than the Cain Empire, I too once rode in such grand carriages and commanded powerful armies."

  But as she spoke, a shadow fell over her expression.

  For a moment, she thought of her father, the king, and her mother, the queen.

  "Ah! I'm so sorry, Tia! I didn't mean to bring up something painful…"

  Although Sylph could be scatterbrained, she was surprisingly considerate when it mattered.

  Tia shook her head, lowering her gaze.

  "It's nothing. I just got lost in thought."

  Just then, Kenley gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

  "Don't worry, Tia. You still have me. I'll always, always be by your side."

  Tia's eyes lit up.

  She lifted her head, looking at Kenley with a sweet smile. Then, leaning into his chest, she whispered:

  "Thank you… Master."

  At this moment, a path was suddenly opened in the crowd, and a paladin came in front of the three people:"Mr. Kenley, the bishop wants to see you."