Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 490:Trapped

Chapter 490:Trapped

The chains shattered instantly.

CRACK! CRACK!

Fragments scattered in all directions as Rathlos stood free.The mage’s face turned pale.

“Fuck you bastards…” he muttered, his voice shaking.

“You dare fucking lie to me…”

“Sending me after two Mythic ranks…”

“How is this any better than sending someone to their death…”

Fear began to take over his expression.

“…Run,” he whispered.

“I need to run.”

This was no longer a fight.This was survival.

“This is fucking insane,” he said while raising his staff with trembling hands.

He began casting a spatial escape spell, trying desperately to flee.

But something moved.

A faint flash of light cut through the air.

Before he could react.

SWOOSH!

A blade of light passed silently making the  mage froze.

Slowly, he lowered his gaze.

His hand was gone.

It was cleanly severed.

Blood sprayed into the air as his staff slipped from his grip and fell to the ground.

“…Ah?” he let out a confused sound.

Then.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

A scream tore out of his throat as pain flooded his body. He clutched the empty space where his hand had been, his face twisting in agony.

Before he could gather himself more blades followed.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Several blades of light struck the ground around him one after another. They embedded deeply into the earth and formed a cage-like structure around his body.

Each blade locked space itself.

The air froze.

His escape was completely cut off.

The mage trembled inside the glowing prison. His breathing became ragged and uneven as fear settled deep into his bones.

Slowly, he raised his head.

Ethan stood in front of him.

Ethan stepped forward slightly, his gaze steady and cold.

“Now… now…” he said quietly.

“Old man, would you mind telling us why you attacked us?”

The middle-aged mage trembled inside the prison of light, his breathing rough and uneven as fear settled deep into his bones.

Sweat mixed with blood ran down his face while his remaining hand shook uncontrollably. His eyes moved between Ethan and Rathlos, and the confidence he once carried had completely disappeared.

“I… I…” his lips moved, but no clear words came out.

His throat was still pierced earlier, and even though he forced himself to stay conscious, the pain and pressure made it hard to speak properly. His eyes were filled with panic now, and for the first time, he truly understood the gap between them.

Seeing this, Rathlos clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Why are you wasting time with this bullshit,” he said while crossing his arms slightly.

“Just use—” he paused mid-sentence.

His eyes narrowed.

Ethan had already turned his head slightly, his gaze shifting to the side. Rathlos followed that gaze instinctively and looked behind.

“Make sure he doesn’t escape,” Ethan said calmly without looking back.

Then he turned fully.

“Hello, Miss…” he spoke while his tone remained polite but sharp.

“I think it’s rude to watch from afar.”

“I wonder what your intentions are.”

The moment his words fell, the air distorted slightly.

A figure slowly stepped out from concealment.

Along with her, several guards appeared silently.

The woman stood gracefully, holding a delicate fan that partially covered her face. Her long purple hair flowed down her back like silk, and her hazy purple eyes carried a soft yet dangerous charm. Her figure was elegant and alluring, and every small movement she made seemed to carry a natural grace.

Behind her stood guards clad in dark armor.

Each of them carried a heavy and oppressive aura.

At least Mythic level.

And one among them even felt close to Divine Knight.

“Fufufufu…”

A soft laugh escaped her lips.

“Marquise Ethan… you are such a noble and valorous warrior… what kind of intent could we possibly have?”

“This lovely lady only wanted to take a look and enjoy.”

Ethan smiled faintly.

“So, did you enjoy it?” he asked calmly.

“Of course I did,” she replied while lowering her fan slightly.

Her eyes lingered on Ethan’s face.

“After all, who wouldn’t admire the sight of such a god-crafted man?”

She slowly licked her lips, her gaze becoming slightly deeper.

Ethan chuckled softly.

“Thank God. I thought I would be an eyesore. Who knew I would catch the eye of Lady Regalina?”

“You are saying it as if you don’t know,” Regalina said while rolling her eyes slightly.

There was a faint smile on her lips.

She had already made her intentions clear before.She wanted Ethan.

She was even willing to accept everything that came with him.But he had refused.

He did not want to marry into her family.

Regalina looked at him again, but this time her gaze carried more seriousness.

“My offer still stands.”

“You are quite adamant,” Ethan sighed lightly.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she replied without hesitation.

“I am talking about my lifetime happiness.”

She took a slow step forward.

“I would have given up before… but since you married Lady Amber, I am sure you are willing to take more.”

Ethan paused for a moment.

Her words were direct.

There was no hesitation or shyness in her tone.

He looked at her quietly, his expression calm but thoughtful.In truth, he had also made a counter offer before.

If she was willing to marry into his family.

But there was a problem.

A big one.

Duke Lancelot did not care much about status.

But Duke Osantara did.

As someone with a long-standing noble lineage, it was beneath him to marry his daughter into someone of lower standing.

Only a duke’s heir or a prince would qualify.

Ethan took a slow step forward.

His eyes sharpened slightly.

“Then you need to wait,” he said calmly.

“As a lord, I cannot abandon my people and live as a son-in-law.”

“And as the daughter of a duke, your father will not agree to marry you into someone lower.”

He paused briefly.Then his voice became firmer.

“But you should know about my life.”

“I have walked step by step from a commoner to baron, to count, and now to marquise.”

“It won’t be long where I will reach the top.”

“As for noble titles… they won’t matter once I reach a level no one can ignore.”

Regalina raised her brows slightly.

A soft smile appeared on her face.

“Ara… ara…” she said gently.

“Your confession makes my heart flutter.”

She took another small step forward.

“I really want to kiss that pretty face… but I won’t unless you are mine fully.”

Her voice remained calm, but her eyes carried a deep intensity.

“A few decades… no, even a century is nothing for us.”

“After all, we can live that long.”

She looked at him steadily.

“So make sure to speed up, Lord Ethan.”

The air between them grew quiet again.