Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The young princess of Livisser led Lyle away to another place.

Echer followed closely behind, letting out a sharp breath.

Lyle was led to a small pavilion, where, even through the thick vegetation, he could still hear the clamor of the extravagant place on the other side.

This area belongs to people with homes.

King Reed of Dereia, dressed in formal attire, glanced sideways at his sulking granddaughter, Queen Lina of Dereia, across from him with the air of a grandson.

There was also a group of Defender Knights in the background.

The knights' distorted expressions, as they forced smiles, resembled a comical oil painting.

Chapter 417 The Promised Ceremony

Lyle had imagined himself sitting at the same table with the two princesses, enduring Queen Lina's fierce onslaught and Princess Keira's sarcasm. Or perhaps he would be sitting with his two granddaughter-obsessed friends, receiving thanks and fierce glares from the two former kings.

However, the current situation is not like that, or rather, it will not be as Lyle expected for the time being.

Lyle sat alone in the pavilion, surrounded by heavily armored men and elderly gentlemen. The Derian knights had taken Lyle away before their former king and queen could speak. Now, they formed a human wall, their scrutinizing gazes sweeping over Lyle's entire body, their blunt eyes seemingly wanting to strip him naked.

"Um... everyone?"

No one answered. For a moment, Lyle was transported back to the time he spent with Ralf. When he made a mistake, Ralf would stare at him with that look, silent, until Lyle racked his brains and confessed all the wrongdoings he had committed.

Fortunately, these knights were relatively normal.

A gap appeared in the human wall, and a knight walked in.

He removed his helmet, revealing a handsome and resolute face. Pointing to himself with his thumb, the man introduced himself.

“I am Benjamin Dalton, Grand Master of the Dereia Defenders Knights, First Knight under Lina Dereia!” Benjamin looked at him with disdain and extended his palm. “I’ve heard of you, Mr. Lyle.”

Is this the classic childhood sweetheart facing a newcomer? Ah, Lyle can understand Benjamin Knight's attitude. He didn't have any ulterior motives anyway, so he might as well get straight to the point and explain.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Benjamin. Actually, Her Majesty Queen Lena and I are just ordinary friends.”

Rather, Lyle would be quite grateful if Benjamin could persuade Lena Derea to abandon her superfluous ideas.

"Huh???" Benjamin became extremely agitated. He reached out and grabbed Lyle by the collar, using his superhuman strength to lift him up. "You have a problem with our Queen? Use your brain and think about it! What's wrong with the Flower of the Battlefield of Deria being unworthy of you!!!"

“Ah, I didn’t mean to insult Her Highness Lina. In fact, it’s me who’s unworthy,” Lyle said slowly, holding back Nia who was about to rush out from his sleeve. “What I mean is, I have no improper thoughts about Her Majesty Lina.”

"Is that something you can decide?"

"Huh?" Lyle then realized that the disgust in Benjamin's eyes was not the disgust of having his beloved taken away, but the disgust of a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law.

Lyle was put down.

"Name!"

"Um... I already said..."

Do you want me to repeat myself?!

“Lyle Bouler! Sir.”

Where are you from?

“Residents of Cassandale, or from Andrei.” A sense of unease arose in Lyle’s mind.

Benjamin was writing and drawing on the spot with a pen and paper.

Do you have any hobbies or special skills?

"Hmm... I'm currently studying spirit possession and conducting research related to flesh and blood."

"Hmm, a spellcaster's habit. Using your brain is good; the next monarch could be groomed to be a wise ruler..." Benjamin muttered. "By the way, Lyle, have you ever received any physical training?"

"Does a walk count? I don't actually have much time..."

“I advise you to start practicing, and stick to two hours of sword practice and four hours of horseback riding every day,” Benjamin said proudly, crossing his arms. “You know, Her Majesty the Queen has a habit of starting training at two in the afternoon, and you can use this to improve your relationship.”

"???"

"And cooking, too. You must learn to grill venison, which is Her Majesty the Queen's favorite dish." Benjamin began to chatter on in front of Lyle. "Also, the Queen has a habit of drinking milk before bed. Although it is a futile struggle for her frail body, Queen Lina is quite cute when she blushes and pokes around with her lance."

Benjamin, the Knight of Dereia, was constantly distorted in Lyle's presence, eventually becoming a despicable being similar to a perverted male mother.

Are you knights in shining armor? Or masters of planning married life?

No wonder you two, Dereya and Levis, are a perfect match.

The Night Owl Blind Date Team, the Derya Male Servant Knights.

Lyle even suspected that even after Queen Lina got married, this group of perverts would continue to exist in her private life and play an important role.

The enthusiastic exchanges between Lyle and the people of both countries continue.

In a secluded corner hidden by morning glory vines, a dark blue magical barrier enveloped the two of them.

Carlos Dorgit looked at the person in front of him and smiled.

"You look so familiar, Father."

Irene removed the ancient mask, revealing a similar face, slightly younger than Carlos, etched with the marks of time.

“This is no reason for you to interrupt the Twilight Memories gathering, Carlos. You should be in the Black Abyss Arena right now, watching the tournament and awarding the trophy to the final victor.”

The master of the wandering city scratched his head like a naive newcomer, seeking the advice of his elders.

“Yes, Father. If you remember, I mentioned to you before that your grandson, my child, has been found.”

"I was thinking of taking advantage of this celebration to announce his existence."

"To carry on the family legacy, so that the citizens of this bewildered city will know of my children's existence and understand the future masters of this city."

Irene pinched her chin. Now that she had flesh and blood, it seemed that her habits from her previous life had returned, along with her monarchical majesty.

“A good suggestion, Carlos. But if it’s just this, is it necessary to ask me? What are you seeking, my child?”

Carlos smiled helplessly, "As expected, nothing can be hidden from you. I hope that Father can restart the family's inheritance ceremony in the City of Wanderings, so that the glory of Dorgit can shine again."

Irene lowered her head in thought.

On the surface, Carlos only wanted his child to reactivate the family's secret treasure, the key to the Dorgit family. As the former owner, Irian had established a unique ritual to ensure the continuation of the family bloodline. Carlos had undergone this ritual upon reaching adulthood, and now he wanted his child to inherit the rightful lineage in the presence of the former king.

That's to be expected. After all, he was his grandson, even though he blew up his own mausoleum.

Irene's memories traveled back to the past along with his flesh and blood, and he noticed Carlos's subtle actions. Even as a man in his thirties or forties, Carlos's habit of hiding his feelings remained; he would rub his index finger when concealing something.

Irene understood his true intentions: only she could preside over the inheritance ceremony.

The former king of the arcane arts will officially return to this shattered nation.

Just as forgotten kings rediscover their power.

Carlos not only wanted to announce his offspring to the world, but also to announce the existence of Irian.

The complete, inherited lineage of three generations of royal esoteric practitioners.

In the twilight of our lives, we old bones seek more than just reminiscing about the past.

“Okay, my child, after the flying competition is over, I will preside over my grandson’s succession ceremony.”

"With the blessings of all the bewildered citizens of the city."

Chapter 418 An Unexpected Contestant

Lyle and the knights of Deria had a very interesting time together.

First, the "Dreya Regains Husbandry" fitness plan, devised by a dozen knights, appeared before Lyle. Lyle stared at the pages filled with the name "Lyle Bühler" and various grueling muscle-building exercises, and a similar phantom pain began to emanate from his body.

This interrupted Benjamin's excited chatter, who had been constantly promoting himself to Lyle as an excellent fitness coach.

"I'll make your biceps harder than rocks!" Benjamin declared fiercely, spreading his arms as if he were about to prove his vow.

"No need, I don't need to train. I can do what you're saying." Now is not the time to dwell on etiquette. Rude humans are far better than polite corpses.

Nia clapped her hands twice and emerged from Lyle's sleeve. The twisted, nascent evil god wrapped its tentacles around its body and snorted coldly at Benjamin.

At Lyle's instruction, a small clump of black flesh detached and floated between Lyle's hands. The black color dissipated like peeling ink, turning into a clump of bright red flesh.

“Flesh and blood transform, bones, muscles, nerves, even those as hard as iron,” the flesh and blood in his hands twisted itself according to Lyle’s will, “This is necromancy, we weave flesh and blood, blaspheme life, and spy on the Creator.”

After Lyle finished his performance, he raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Benjamin.

"That's heresy!!! Muscles that aren't earned with blood and sweat, are they even muscles?!"

Enraged like a gorilla, Benjamin charged forward, only to be shoved into the ground by a lance, his face ploughing through the earth as he slid to Lyle's side.

"..." Lyle and the knights around him looked at Queen Lina, who looked relaxed, and remained silent.

Lena stepped on Benjamin's "corpse" and pulled out the lance.

“No need for explanations, it must be this guy’s fault. You’re welcome, managing my subordinates is my job.” Lina blinked, her lance resting on her thin shoulder. “Lyle, are you starting to look at me differently?”

After much hesitation, Lyle finally spoke, his voice trembling.

"Under your feet..."

That was the Knight Benjamin, who was twitching slightly, his outstretched hand unconsciously raking the soil beside him.

"Don't worry about him, I have confidence in my men." Her Majesty Queen Lena Dereya proudly stepped on Benjamin's twitching body, flattening the restless "pedal" with her foot.

The hand finally stopped twitching.

He gave a thumbs up.

Lyle had a brief conversation with the two queens, under the supervision of the two former kings.

Lina's suggestion piqued Lyle's interest: the order from Dereia, an order for the Necromancer Figurine Company. Queen Dereia had shown great curiosity about the skeletal armor used by the Necromancer Figurine Company in the tournament; it wouldn't be long before the Defender Knights had new mounts.

"The Dreia have a tradition of using the bones of their enemies to create emblems."

Lina answered Lyle's question about the residents of Deria's acceptance of the grotesque appearance of the skeletal creatures as follows.

“But if you can make those weapons and equipment less conspicuous, I will increase the order for Dereia.”

As he reached an agreement with the Queen, Lyle wondered if this was the first step for necromancy to spread to the world.