I've Never Seen a Saint who can use Magic so Well - Chapter 9

*“The flap of a butterfly's wings can trigger a tornado on the other side of the world.” —Edward Lorenz.We are twenty years before independence in the Viceroyalty of New Granada. Spain is still the overlord of the southern part of the continent, but its power is fading. Can our protagonist really change the future, or will he be swallowed by the competing interests surrounding independence?He awakens with only a few memories of the 21st century, struggling to navigate a world on the brink of revolution. From the start, he aims to use the independence movements to become one of the most powerful forces in post-independence South America and secure a future for his descendants. But to achieve his goals, he must outmaneuver the Church, the nobility, and wealthy merchants—while trying to build a good life for himself and the people who place their trust in him.

Ezra Belloren is a knight.The most faithful blade of the first prince, Helios De Luxaelian Sunthyr.Feared across the land, he is known as the Crimson Fae, a knight whose beauty is always stained with blood. No one questions his loyalty or his skill.But Ezra carries a secret he has sworn never to reveal.He is an omega.For twenty-four years, Ezra hid his second gender and lived content with his life as a knight. That secret alone was dangerous enough. Then, on an unexpected night, he found himself under the gaze of a gold-eyed prince, and everything changed.Five years later, Ezra returns from a long “vacation” after receiving urgent letters from Helios about the kingdom’s worsening state, calling his captain back to duty.He does not return alone.At his side is a child with golden eyes, the unmistakable mark of royal blood.Ezra will do whatever it takes to fulfill his duty as a knight, even if it means hiding the truth of his hidden heir from the very kingdom he swore to protect.⊱༺༒︎༻⊰“Maman… do I have a papa?” Lior asks, his eyes wide with innocent curiosity.Ezra almost frowns at the sudden question. He stops himself just in time.“Of course you do.”Lior’s grip tightens around his sleeve. “Where is he?”Ezra doesn’t answer right away.How could he? How could he explain that Lior’s father was someone he had already met, someone who walked the halls of the palace in gold and authority?Someone who could never be allowed to know he existed.

Li Yu transmigrated to a world of the cultivation and martial arts. He became the head disciple of a low-ranking sect.

If the gods no longer bestow their mercy, then let us kindle bonfires, carry great swords, become skeletons, or heroes of legend.