Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

“Your will is fragile, but the body of a war messenger remains strong.” The bowl-sized wound on Gurelia’s back had healed, and even the missing rib would soon grow back and repair itself. “Your body still carries my pride. My child, soon you will show what a demon queen should be like.”

"But child, what is this toy?" In Reilly's hand, the bracelet her mother had left behind glowed in the darkness.

"Give it back to me...it was left by my mother..."

“Oh, is it that succubus?” Relisset casually crushed the bracelet and tossed it on the ground like trash. “I was wondering why my child suddenly ran away from home; it seems she, as the mother, did something unnecessary…”

"Let's find a chance to kill her..."

Guleria stopped crying, her eyes fixed on the fragments stuck in the mud.

“My mother… is dead. This is what she left me…”

Relisette clapped her hands casually. "Good news, she's not a prey that brings honor. Looks like I don't need to dirty my hands." Relisette's eyes turned cold again. "Your eyes now are good, Gurelia, but this hatred—are you resentful of that succubus? I taught you. Emotions are the greatest weakness of living beings. Warbringers don't need these flaws."

“You need more ‘teaching’.”

Guleria felt an unprecedented rage. She was no longer the person she used to be. Life in the City of Wanderers had given the soul inside her a new vitality.

"Shut up! You cold-blooded beast, what do you know? In your eyes, Mother is just a tool for procreation. What right do you, you damned beast, have to insult her! Teach her? You and all your bastards can go lick the lich's ass! I am Gureria Nightwish, I am a succubus. Not you damned killing machines!"

"This is the City of Wanderers, an uncivilized backwater. Feel the terror of the arcane!"

Gurelia took out the nameplate engraved with Anna's name; the small piece of iron had become scorching hot from being infused with magic for a long time.

"I cry for help as a law-abiding citizen of this bewildered city! Help me, law enforcement officers!"

The light emanating from the metal plate was intense and dazzling. Under the watchful eyes of the war emissaries, a massive portal opened in the darkness, and the radiant light illuminated Anna's heart like hope.

A figure jumped out from it.

But this figure plunged Guleria into panic.

"William! Why are you here!"

Chapter 290 The Knights...and His Family's Knights

"Why? Because I've been looking for you." William looked at the mud on the girl he liked, his expression turning tender. His gaze, however, turned cold as he looked at the armored demons around them.

"I told you not to meddle, you idiot!" Anna screamed, a sense of foreboding already looming before her eyes. "You have no idea what you're about to face!"

Guleria looked at her father with unease; his bloodshot eyes had been fixed on William for a long time. She couldn't bear to think about William being torn apart before her eyes.

“I really don’t know,” William said, embracing Gurelia. Her armor was as hard as iron, yet as light as a feather. The skin exposed beneath the scales was like the aroma of a fine wine that had been reopened. “But even if I didn’t know, I would still come to you, Anna, because you are the girl I love.”

William had spoken as persuasively as he could, and he was expecting a warm response from Anna.

Anna's response was indeed enthusiastic; her iron-like claws gripped William's head, as if she wanted to twist it off. "Idiot, run! Use any magic tricks you can—hide, teleport, run!"

Anna's thought at that moment was to find a crack to stuff William into, so that he wouldn't be hurt by his father.

“A new weakness.” The crimson aura seemed to materialize, causing the surrounding space to tremble and pressing down on William like a rock, forcing him to kneel down, embracing Anna. Relisset looked at the young human. “Grelia, a human? Your weakness is truly depraved and fatal. My child, I will personally restore you to perfection.”

Like a grim reaper, Reillyset slowly approached his prey, who was waiting to be slaughtered.

The crimson aura responded to its master, drawing lines on William's cheeks as if discussing how to dismantle him.

Under such pressure, William was unable to exert any of his strength.

Looking at Anna in his arms, William gave a helpless smile.

"Anna, what's your answer? In this life-or-death moment, how do I feel to you?"

Looking into those sincere eyes, Anna's mixed feelings of amusement and disbelief lessened her fear. Her hands transformed back into slender, white fingers, which she used to caress William's cheek as if touching a precious object.

“My real name is Gureria Nightwish, William. Even in hell, don’t forget this name. I will come to hell to find you.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, albeit a rather demonic one.” William blinked and roared into the void.

"Senior, come save me!!!"

On the cave walls, countless portals glowed, as densely packed as raindrops pounding against windows. One after another, figures in purple robes leaped out, their immense magical power weaving into a net that clashed with the blood-red aura of the war emissaries. Armored, hooded arcane mages, wielding spear-like staffs, protected William and Gureria at the center.

In the city center, a colossal Arcane Eye narrowed its eyes in a human-like manner, watching the location of the Stone Golem District. Above William and the others, numerous Arcane Eyes appeared on the dome.

Carlos donned his Archon armor, and his words carried an ethereal quality.

"No one has the ability to harm my children... my minions, in my city! Demons, do you want to be enemies of the Arcane Masters?" One by one, mages unleashed torrents of magical power. In their mage towers, in the City of Wandering, they had no reason to fear.

William didn't barge in like a reckless fool; in fact, he called for backup.

That powerful and easy-going mage protected him responsibly this time, and even humanely gave William time to show off. He's practically the best person in the world.

Raylisset looked at the group of human mages who had suddenly blocked his way, and at his daughter who was being protected by layers of guards. His head was lowered, and all the war emissaries guarding him were drawn by their leader's aura and did the same thing as him.

Their armor scales throbbed wildly, as if cheering, and their faces wore ferocious smiles.

"What harm is there in being your enemy?" Outnumbered, outmatched in strength, outmatched in circumstances, yet, the battle still raged. Every war envoy wore a wildly gleeful smile; they anticipated the carnage like madmen.

"Damn it, what a bunch of brainless demon scum!" Carlos cursed out. If a fight broke out now, his side would definitely win, but it would be a pyrrhic victory. He had practically lured all the high-ranking enforcers he could muster to support his son, but they weren't battle maniacs. This meant that casualties would inevitably rise as the battle continued. His arcane mages weren't there to fight demons to the death; the City of Wanderings needed their management. Besides, what if that kid got injured in the chaos?

Those damn bastards, I'm going to teach those bastards in the crime district a lesson next time, and I'll shove all sorts of terrorists into the city.

The situation left Carlos with no time to think. The War Demons were caught up in a frenzied battle frenzy, while his own morale was plummeting as he awaited orders and witnessed the demons' madness. If this continued, all their advantages would vanish. Never mind, let's fight! You damn beast, do you enjoy making normal people fight like them? Well, I'll do as you wish!

Carlos had just made up his mind to let the city bleed again.

A new anomaly has arisen, not from the messengers of war, nor from the Secret Council, but from the depths of the cave, from the city itself.

It wasn't an attack, nor was it hostile; it was like a simple breath. But this simple breath crushed the morale and pent-up energy of both sides. A chilling, deathly silence, like gnawing worms crawling out of hell, slithered up the backs of every living being. The sheer, pure power, like the indifferent gaze of a god sweeping over you, ignited a terrifying malice within the very souls of the living, devouring any courage.

The arcane practitioners shivered, gazing blankly around them. This was the underground palace, a forbidden area of ​​the City of Wandering. The war emissaries were even more vulnerable. Beasts are adept at fighting, but even more adept at seeking advantage and avoiding harm. They have the courage to bare their fangs at larger prey, but when faced with something far larger, they simply submit to their survival instincts.

All the arcane beings looked at Carlos, the only one who might know the truth, desperately wanting to know the answer before things got any worse. The war emissaries also pricked up their ears, watching the ominous-looking human.

Carlos had a gloomy face, and beads of sweat were dripping down his face.

"At the bottom of the underground palace, a demon god is sealed, which is the reason why our city is different from others. A demon god from another world was sealed by chance, and now, it seems that the seal has been broken because of our conflict."

Carlos looked at the trembling demons and reassured his subordinates with a trembling face.

"Don't worry, everyone. With these demons blocking our way, we'll definitely have a chance to escape before the Demon God devours them."

With a deafening roar, the war emissaries' survival instincts were unleashed to their fullest extent. They formed an iron torrent, charging towards the arcane sorcerers, intending to scatter them and allow them to escape. Before life itself, a flawed future queen was insignificant.

Carlos had anticipated this and dispersed his guards, letting them leave.

"Lord of the City, what should we do now? The demons have fled, but the Demon God is still here!"

Carlos looked righteous and awe-inspiring.

"I will venture deep into the demon realm alone to seal it away. This journey requires only my presence. You take William and this girl with you and ensure their safety. If all goes well, I will emerge shortly; otherwise…"

"Otherwise what!"

"Otherwise, you can select a new archmage."

"Lord City Lord!!!"

Ignoring his subordinates' attempts to stop him, Carlos resolutely rushed into the abyss, shouting back to himself.

"Run! Silly child! Run!" The group of arcane practitioners suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the exit.

Soon, Carlos encountered that "demon god".

The "demon god" picked up his staff and tapped the ground, the cold, soft sound echoing in the cave.

“Carlos, my child, the commotion outside my lab just now was caused by you.”

"Yes, Father, did I disturb you?"

"Nonsense, if it didn't bother you, you'd see me. Don't let this happen again, or the lesson won't be as simple as just intimidation."

"Yes, yes, there won't be a next time." Carlos smiled and bowed.

Two flames of soul light flickered in the darkness.

"Why did you cause such a commotion?"

"It's nothing, I just had a fight with my in-laws."

"???"

Chapter 291 Night Wish

I never expected this to happen.

On the night I left Blood Rose, I was prepared to say goodbye forever.

The candy was given to Lady Beatrice, and William got Fanila.

I think... I think no one will notice me anymore. Even if I disappear, no one will get hurt.

That sweet voice rang in my ears, just like the one she used to whisper beside my pillow.

“Everyone has their place, Gurelia. But the succubus has no place, because we are all demons who steal and take…”

Those eyes, as clear as the moonlight, captivated her soul in the darkness. Even though they were of the same sex, even though they were mother and daughter, Gurelia could not resist Sarah Nightwish's charm.

Those beautiful eyes opened a window to my soul, bringing wind and snow to the desert of my heart.

Guleria never imagined that she would return to the chaotic skies of the wandering city of Guili in William's arms.

Thanks to Carlos's self-sacrifice, William and the other arcane mages escaped the Stone Golem area unharmed.

Every arcane mage wore an expression of rage. The City of Wanderers had once been a capital, and its arcane mages still adhered to the old monarchical system, even though Carlos himself had indeed established a parliamentary system to alleviate his workload and allow him to slack off. But human thought is stubborn, and with the chivalric code so deeply ingrained, these arcane mages felt profoundly humiliated.

The fact that one’s own leader has sacrificed himself before one’s eyes is the greatest reflection of one’s own incompetence!

"Damn war messengers, arcane sorcerers, search our city! The blood of our city lord cannot be shed in vain! Put away your nonchalant attitude as noble mages and go find those scumbags. We are the true masters of the City of Wanderings!"

Filled with rage, the arcane mage devoted 200% of his energy to tracking down the war messenger.

Before leaving, they gave William a few words of advice.

“Mr. William, you are someone the city lord has chosen. From now on, the Secret Council will be your home. We will take care of you as if you were the city lord’s orphan… for the prosperity of magic.”

After exchanging a few brief words, the group of mystical practitioners dressed in purple robes left.

William and Gureria are safe now. The City of Wanderers is in complete chaos, its darkness exposed by the wrath of the arcane. Even if some foolish soul were to rush at them, a single cry for help from William would be enough to demonstrate the speed at which the arcane reinforcements could reach them, showing them the power of human unity.