Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Exhaustion and the fear of confronting a higher being returned to their minds as their spirits relaxed.

This is the garden in the central area, the private territory of the arcane practitioners. The two people lying on the lush grass look at each other in silence.

When the initial excitement subsided, their heartfelt confessions felt like an abrupt drama, and the two main characters were clearly stage-frightened.

Finally, William broke the deadlock, lifting himself up and straining to sit up. In Gurelia's vision, besides the chaotic sky, was only his own reflection.

"The Pure Spring".

The clean water flowed, forming a protective film on William's hands. He slowly extended his palms, gently and tentatively touching Gurelia's cheeks. He meticulously and gently cleansed the mud from her face and hair.

No words were spoken.

Gurelia watched as the boy's shadow loomed over her, his breath brushing against her skin, his hands combing her hair, his gaze, clear as water, focused intently on every corner of her. As the scale armor slowly faded, a rising blush appeared on Gurelia's face. She looked away, unable to meet his eyes.

William's voice went straight into his ears. Although it was gentle, it was so close that Guleria's ears turned bright red.

“Grelia, what I said before was sincere. I won’t allow you to forget it as a dream.”

"Hmm..." Gurelia managed to send out a tiny reply with the last of her strength.

"Huh? What does 'huh' mean? You haven't forgotten by now, have you?" William leaned closer, his noses less than a foot apart, with displeasure.

“I mean I remember…” Gurelia covered her face with her hands, feeling as if she were on fire.

"Then tell me what you remember." William had already noticed Guleria's shyness, and he smiled. It was rare to see Anna like this, so he didn't mind her showing more of her cute side.

William was immediately grabbed by the head by an outstretched hand, slamming him to the ground along with his body. The roles were reversed, and now William was pinned to the ground by the enraged succubus. Water droplets from Gurelia's hair dripped onto his face. The succubus roared, but to William it sounded more like a coquettish cry, "I remember, I liked you, you bastard. I promised to be your partner. Are you satisfied now, you wicked thing!"

“I’m satisfied.” William’s voice brought everything to a close. He stroked Gurelia’s cheek and looked into those beautiful eyes. “I couldn’t be more satisfied, my Gurelia.”

"This guy is really pushing his luck." The succubus's muttered words couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

The two quickly tidied themselves up and leaned against the grass together.

"Grelia, those demons who are chasing you..."

“I am of my father’s race. I am a hybrid of war demon and succubus. I am a production tool that my father deliberately created.”

“Succubi have a special way of conceiving; they only give birth to girls, who inherit all the best abilities of their fathers. This was my father, Reillyset’s plan. I was born only to be a good mate for my brother, to make the race stronger. He and the carefree succubus Sarah Nightwish hit it off and had me.”

“My childhood was spent in the crucible of war, where I was trained, bred wildness, and lived the life of a beast, but I did not reject it, because my value had already been determined.”

"But my mother changed; she changed herself, and she changed me."

"candy……"

"Candy is my half-brother. His father is a human, a guy I've never met."

“At that time, my pregnant mother found me in the purgatory of war and brought me to this city. She taught me about the outside world, things beyond fighting, how to survive as a succubus, warmth, affection, and family.”

"All of this was changed by Candy's father."

“She took me away because she wanted to atone for the sin of abandoning me. She became a good mother. She kept telling me stories about her younger brother and imagining what it would be like for him to be born.”

I want to name my child Candy, because it's the sweetest thing in the world.

[Grelia, Candy will be very cute. He'll follow you around, calling you "Sister, Sister," toddling towards you with his chubby little hands. Candy will definitely be the cutest child.]

If only there were more candy like his dad, more, more...

"But she didn't see any of these beautiful fantasies..."

William heard doubts here.

"Isn't Candy a boy? Could it be that Candy is actually a girl?"

Gurelia leaned on William's shoulder, her voice low. "Succubi possess a special magic that alters the fetus within them, ensuring the child is always a girl and guaranteeing the succubus's continuation. However, there is one exception: a dying succubus will not have the extra magic to alter her child. Every night, after I fall asleep, my mother infuses me with her magic. To make up for it, for the candy."

"My mother died during childbirth. She gave me her strength, and gave me hope and love."

“That baby who looked so much like his mother, my brother, my family, my candy.”

“I continued to survive in this city with candy, and Lady Beatrice took us in. Then, I met you…” Gurelia’s eyes turned bloodshot, like those of a war demon.

"So, if you dare to have any ill intentions towards my candy, William, I will kill you!"

Holy crap! William almost choked on his breath. He quickly patted Gurelia's back to comfort her.

"How could that be, Guleria? How could I possibly lay a hand on my own brother-in-law?"

Gureria looked skeptical. "Why is that impossible? Candy is so cute! Every man who sees my brother will fall in love with him! He's the pride of the Nightwish succubus family!"

“Ah…” William had to spend more time clearing himself of suspicion.

Chapter 292 Andre Executive Committee

“So… I won,” Gurelia leaned back against William, her messy beige curls mingling with his blond hair. She tossed William’s blond ponytail, her face flushed like the sunset. “You rejected Fanila and chose me…”

William's stomach ached, and his face contorted in pain. It was inevitable; however, he knew he had to be honest with the girl he liked.

"No, it's 'win-win'."

"?" Gurelia sat up straight, suddenly filled with strength. She walked up to William, looking down at his conflicted expression. Her eyes were tinged with the bloodlust of battle.

"What do you mean?"

William looked up at the jade-faced Rakshasa before him and had no choice but to recount his and Fanila's conversation in detail.

Thirty minutes later.

"Is that so? Is that so?" Gurelia seemed to have all her strength drained away again, and squatted down in front of William like a defeated dog.

She bit her nails, which had turned into sharp blades, and glared at the well-behaved William with a snapping sound.

"This is just being pitied. I was originally planning to use the demon race's methods to win their affections..."

William interrupted her rambling.

"It's not pity! Just like when I expressed my feelings for you in front of Fanila, both of you are indispensable to me!"

You are all my wings!

That's pretty much the gist of it," William said, sweating profusely, only to be met with a charming eye roll from Gurelia.

She slowly approached, her black, blade-like nails dancing like exquisite machinery across William's cheek, slicing through the tiny hairs that stood on end. Gurelia's eyes filled William's vision, her voice echoing in his mind.

"I really can't bear to part with something I love so much, and I have to share it with someone else... Darling, the thought of another hand stroking your face like mine makes me want to... I want to tear your skin apart."

Just when William thought he was really going to die, his cheek was already in Gurelia's arms.

“Fanila is willing to share you, but I am not. You should belong only to me… All of you should be mine…” Gurelia’s hand gradually tightened, and William’s skin became flushed from the pressure.

"But wouldn't that make me look like a stingy person? If that elf can do it, why can't I?"

Guleria released her grip on William's hand, buried her head in his chest, and hid her face in her hair.

"My mother once said..."

【Grelia, my daughter. If only... you weren't a succubus.】

Those who play with emotions will ultimately be played by emotions themselves.

“Mom is right. I’ve already gotten what I could have wanted. My first love, my William, I shouldn’t ask for more.”

"but!"

Before William could react, those cherry-colored lips were already pressed against his, filling his mouth with the sweet taste of alcohol and blood.

Guleria wore a wicked grin, making everything before seem like an act.

"There are some first times I still have to take. Let the elf eat what's left."

Gurelia grabbed William by the collar, her skin once again covered by armor, and a chilling figure emanated from beneath it.

“My spouse, you shall bear my entirety, whether it be the succubus Anna or the war-bringer Gurelia.”

"You'd better be prepared, darling."

Life is always full of moods, with sweet and warm moments, as well as cold and terrifying ones.

But Andrei is a patchwork of horror and even more horror.

Because liches are neither "born" nor "alive".

Lyle has been very busy lately, with tutoring, research, and a mix of harassment from Mr. Raymond and the literary society, etc. He has rarely been to the Cup of Extravagance lately, and his rendezvous with Ariana mostly take place at Naslan Castle, in front of more than twenty ghost servants.

The Necromancer Figurine Company is doing quite well. They have produced a number of large flesh and blood machines, except for the Spinal Wheel, which are still in the experimental stage.

Nia's appetite has grown again, and sometimes she even throws a tantrum because she wants to eat dessert during the research phase.

Days passed by, and today, a small accident happened.

"Has it finally arrived?"

In the Necromancer's Figurine Club's office, Lyle opened a dark blue envelope on the desk.

A lawyer's letter from the Executive Committee's Department of Justice was sent to the president of the Necromancer Figure Company, who was himself.

"So our gang finally got caught for illegally modifying the Spine Wheel? I warned those bastards not to add those unnecessary things..."

Lyle originally thought that the Necromancer Figurine Society would become a proper club under his leadership, until he saw the Spine Wheel Rabbit version produced by the production line that Shining was in charge of bounce 50 meters above the ground and explode into a shower of powder fireworks, although the passengers at the time gave it a good review after assembling themselves.

"So the Executive Committee finally couldn't sit still anymore?" Lyle walked out of the department office with the envelope in his hand. "Let's compromise with the law senior and have him take all those bastards away. I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Lyle was quite familiar with the location of the Executive Committee. He had come to the committee's main entrance, which was located in the middle of the fourth floor of Andre, when he handed over the order for the Spine Wheel.

"Still packed with people..."

Despite the special gate being twenty meters wide, its top was still completely crammed together. Like the terrifying, sinister decorations of a cannibalistic tribe, the council's gate was covered with skeletons on public display. These were the skeletons of arrested offenders, their eye sockets burning with the flames of their souls, communicating with each other normally. They even bowed shamelessly to Lyle. Although the council intended to make an example of them, these habitual offenders showed no remorse for their crimes; some even removed their own ribs to continue their brawl.

They each wore a black wooden plaque displaying the crimes they had committed. Lyle stared intently, then instinctively covered the lens of his bird-beak mask. The liches with the most broken bones, those wearing "Speeding" plaques, made up about forty percent of the group.

They were also among the most enthusiastic people towards Lyle, and were clearly customers of the Spine Wheel.

Lyle dodged the falling bones and passed through the gate.

Directly opposite is the committee's reception area, which looks similar to the reception area of ​​the Cassandale Sheriff's Office, but its function is completely different. This area is called the storage area, similar to the area where you store your personal belongings before entering a supermarket.

You ask why you have to keep your personal belongings? Why? Because you'll be hung outside the door. When your punishment time is over, you'll be taken off the door, come in, take your belongings, and leave.

Beyond the storage area, there are ten separate passageways leading to different small rooms.

The first sign reads "Office," and that's the office area for Andrei's law enforcement officers.