Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Carlos did not leave behind his remains, which also means that Lyle could not reverse him.

A hand gently patted the sad prince's shoulder; someone had noticed his mood.

"Young man, what's wrong?"

Unfamiliar concern was like the last straw that broke the camel's back; the crown blurred in William's eyes.

"An older man left."

The voice paused for a moment.

"That uncle, he's someone very important to you, isn't he?"

William lowered his last barrier.

"That uncle is my father."

"Your father is dead?"

The rising anger in his heart ultimately could not overcome his sorrow, and William turned his head away from that rude voice.

Instead of being grateful for the prince's forgiveness, the voice became increasingly demanding.

"Since your father is dead, why don't I become your father?"

“I’m fucking…” William exploded. On his very first day back in the Dorgit family, he wanted to use his noble privileges to hang the owner of that voice.

William turned his head, and he froze.

"Father...Father? You...you're alright?!"

Carlos stood behind William with a grin, patting William on the shoulder.

"How about it, kid? How about finding a father?"

William was confused. What was going on? Had Carlos not actually died? William looked at his brother, Lyle, the only one who could have orchestrated all of this.

A shadow flashed across Lyle's eyes.

"I am a god."

"It's easy to get a powerful father for you."

The Carlos at this moment is not the original Carlos.

Using his ability to create flesh and blood, Lyle plundered the memories of everyone in the City of Wanderings. He used flesh and blood to create bodies and memories to piece together souls. Lyle created a substitute with Carlos's personality and memories.

The creation of life is the power of the Creator.

Carlos accepted William's embrace and, under Irene's watchful gaze, explained.

"I don't know if you can accept it, but although I have Carlos's personality and memories, I am not the city lord of the Wandering City who has the ability of a teleportation master. I am just a substitute, a fabricated mortal body."

“From a mystical perspective, I am neither William’s father nor Irene’s child. My family, can you accept this?”

The scholar walked over and reached out a hand to slap Carlos across the face, but Carlos, leaning back, easily dodged it.

"Haha, you old codger, I saw through your little tricks long ago!" Following his memory, Carlos dodged the scholar's slap.

Then a heavy punch from the other hand struck his waist, and Carlos knelt down like a shrimp.

“You little brat, you’re still as easy to read as ever,” the scholar said boastfully, waving his fist and extending his palm toward Carlos. “Welcome back, my child.”

Carlos smiled and grasped the scholar's hand.

“I’m back, Father.”

"Ah."

What was originally a warm and cozy moment shattered in the next second.

“Well, Father, look, my son William has been found, and you have returned to the Dorgit family. Now I'm a useless person who doesn't know how to cast spells. How about I retire and let William inherit my position? He has the blessing of the King's power, so he will definitely do a good job! Even if he still needs to be tempered, he still has your guidance, doesn't he?”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, urging the scholar on.

“Please train this kid well, and make up for the lack of family affection and companionship I owe William. Dad, don’t forget, this brat blew up our ancestral graves.”

The scholar pondered for a moment and nodded.

“I promise you, my child.” The scholar changed the subject. “But you will also come and accompany William in his studies. Haven’t you also lost all your magic? My child, Irene Dorgitt’s child, cannot remain useless forever. This ordeal has made me realize your shortcomings, so you should start studying magic again.”

"Huh???" Carlos was stunned.

The son goes to school with his father, but the father is relearning magic, following in the footsteps of his father, Elion.

Holy crap! I'm reliving all the hardships I went through in my childhood.

"No!!!"

"Grandpa! I've already let you hold your grandson!!! Why are you still staring at me?!"

"I don't want to have to repeat the course!!!"

"I want to retire!!!"

"I want to be a piece of trash!!!"

Chapter 443 Awakening from the Dream

"As expected, Princess Kayla also had the same dream as me!"

Golden sunlight streamed through the silver pillars and window frames, scattering its light throughout the magnificent hall. Queen Keira of Levisser, dressed in a gradient gown of tender green, held her hands in the palms of an excited young girl.

This is the reception hall of the Silver Kingdom. After the return of King Irian and Prince William, the Dorgit family began social activities among the nobility. Kayla is currently attending a gathering of young noblewomen. Because of her gentle, older-sisterly demeanor and her title as queen ruling a nation, Kayla quickly became friends with these teenage girls.

Gossiping about the men around them, sharing delicious food, discussing amazing things they've seen – the topics of women queuing up have remained largely unchanged throughout history.

"Prince William is so handsome, with his dazzling blond hair and gentle smile. Ah, my prince!"

"But Prince William is busy managing the city and studying magic. Even in his spare time, he is surrounded by those two female demons and elves. Do you really have a chance?"

"Of course! After all, the queen of a human kingdom wouldn't be a non-human, would she? Prince William will definitely have a human wife!"

"You really are an idiot. Morokui was originally a country of arcane magicians. Our mage nobles and royal family have no prejudice against other races. The fact that Wandering City has become a multi-race city is the best proof of that. I'm not surprised at all whether the future mistress is a demon or an elf."

The topic of Prince William, the new Prince of Dorgit, kept echoing in Kayla's ears. Maintaining a social smile, Kayla didn't want to join their conversation. After all, Prince William wasn't the only outstanding young man.

While contemplating whether she should avoid the topic like Lina, Kayla's attention was drawn to the next topic raised by a noblewoman.

"Have you been having nightmares lately, and not being able to sleep well every night?"

"Nightmare?" The word conjured a shadow in Kayla's mind, a disheveled shadow leaping through the woods.

"Sure enough, Princess Kayla had the same dream as me!" The girl happily grabbed Kayla's hand, recounting her nightmare with lingering fear. "Princess Kayla, it was such a terrible nightmare. I dreamt that an evil god descended upon the City of Wandering. He was completely black, and just seeing his shadow made me scream. But I didn't scream in the dream because that evil god turned me into a hideous, twisted lump of flesh! Waaah, it was so cruel! Lately, I've been waking up terrified every night, and my father seems to be suffering from similar problems; his face has become much paler. Especially at night, I'm afraid to wander outside. I feel like every dark corner will reach out tentacles and drag me in. I can't stay up late playing outside, and I'm afraid of having nightmares. Sister Kayla, I'm so miserable!!!"

The girl, her face streaked with tears, buried her face in her chest. Kayla could only hum a nursery rhyme about Lifesaver to comfort the girl in her arms, stroking her soft hair as she watched her slowly recover in her embrace.

"Thank you, Your Highness Kayla. I feel much better."

The shy girl blushed and hid behind her friend, embarrassed.

Before Kayla could even exhale a sigh of relief, she noticed the expectant expressions on the other girls' faces.

"Did you...did you all experience that nightmare?"

"We all want a hug from Princess Keira!!"

On the balcony, Queen Deria, dressed in adorable gothic attire, leaned on the railing, gazing blankly at the Arcane Eye atop the central tower.

Lina couldn't remember the last time she wore such soft clothing; perhaps it was when she was a child with her father still alive. Now, Queen Deria felt uncomfortable whenever she was out of armor. Like now, Her Majesty felt nervous in this light and airy dress. Too much movement had already torn it in the dressing room far too many times. Although the maids showered her with compliments on her slender yet firm body, Lina hated doing so, especially in front of these women.

Below the balcony, a group of muscular men in formal attire were stacking a human pyramid, the crooked, fleshy serpent reaching Queen Lina's balcony. The man at the head, sporting a greasy smile, presented the queen with a massive lance.

Benjamin bowed his head and saluted in mid-air.

"Your Highness Lina, you must be feeling quite unwell right now. To calm your anxiety, we have brought your weapon, hoping it will give you a sense of security."

Her delicate, jade-like hands gripped the massive lance, and holding the weapon certainly gave Queen Lina a sense of security.

Benjamin, who had initially seemed as disgusting as a piece of chewing gum, became much more pleasing to Lina's eye. "Thank you for your help, Knight Benjamin."

Benjamin smiled and bowed.

“It is our honor to serve the Dereia family.” The knight’s gaze lingered for a moment on the Queen’s adorable attire. “By the way, Your Highness is very lovely today.”

"Thank you for your praise, my knight." Lina felt good.

"It's just that your chest is too small. Your Highness, will you be able to display a magnanimity comparable to that of Dereia in your lifetime?"

boom!

The lance unleashed the Queen's wrath, piercing through the defender's knight tower. Benjamin's head was driven into the ground along with the lance. The staggering defender could only see the Queen's graceful figure turning around, along with a few angry words.

A leopard can't change its spots.

"Lina!"

Princess Lina's head, which was puffed up with anger, was suddenly enveloped by something magnificent and soft. Smelling the girl's fragrance, Lina finally realized that it was Kayla who had embraced her.

"Let go of me! Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

Lina, who had long accepted Kayla as her friend, indulged Kayla's coquettish behavior. After a while, the exhausted Kayla finally freed herself from Kayla's restraints.

"Lina, the others in the City of Wanderers, everyone else, all of them saw the omen as a dream, a nightmare."

As participants in that catastrophe, the two queens had vivid memories of everything that had happened: the vastness of the void, the twisting of flesh and blood, the flashes of holy light, the surging magic, and the ominous god who created the perfect ending.

It was as if someone had used a hammer and chisel to carve the scene into her memory, and Kayla found it hard to believe that it was all a dream.

"Isn't that great? Covering up the harsh reality with lies, replacing suffering with nightmares. If this is the savior's idea, I'm willing to uphold this beautiful lie."

"Lina, have your feelings for Lyle not changed?"

"When the Omen Giant appeared in my sight, my mind was already made up. He is my god, and can only be my god."

"Lina..."

“Kayla, are you sure you have the right to comfort me? You’re the one who brings this up every time.” Lina gave Kayla a hug and walked towards the food at the banquet without looking back. “Don’t keep secrets to yourself, my friend. Hiding them under armor will only lead to rust. I’ve always been here, as your listener.”

Kayla's gaze was fixed on the sky above the City of Wanderers, the sky of Leviathan, always shrouded in dense foliage. Now, Kayla could still see those dark shadows of trees.

"That is also my beautiful dream."