Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Chapter 504 Already in the Palm of My Hand

Lyle seemed to have overheard Helena's strange confession, though it sounded more like a powerful queen's declaration of colony conquest. No, Helena was probably saying it on purpose; she wanted to pique Lyle's curiosity and interest. Because Lyle's desire for confirmation would inevitably lead him to directly ask her what she meant.

"Oh~ Little Lyle cares so much about what I think? Your face is all red, how cute~" Helena teased like this, that's the kind of woman with a wicked sense of humor.

These were all ominous images conceived in Lyle's mind, but in reality...

“I wouldn’t mind performing like you want to, Lyle,” Helena’s voice rang in Lyle’s ear, her icy breath sending chills down Lyle’s spine.

Ariana is a girl as calm as still water, with her own wonderful world. She is willing to share the beauty she seeks with you and fall asleep in each other's arms under the beautiful moonlight.

Beatrice is a beautiful woman tainted by the world, but those dark things did not corrupt her heart. She retained her most innocent and sweet side, showing it only to those she loved.

Helena is like an abyss; you cannot see the whole picture when you face the abyss.

But Lyle only saw her surface and felt the pressure. Beneath her stunning beauty, Helena was a walking cannibalistic monster.

She would not become anyone's vassal, made no attempt to conceal her possessiveness, was ruthless to her enemies, and gentle to her family; she was the embodiment of the Naslan family precepts.

Lyle skipped the topic, feeling that he would be led by the nose by Sister Naslan.

“Beatrice…you have taken over her body.”

“Borrow, my dear. Naslan’s daughter, I’ve added extra protective measures to Ariana and Beatrice so that I can properly protect them when they are in danger. The same goes for you, Lyle.”

The discomfort in his eyes made Lyle raise his hand.

"Um...can I open my eyes now? Is it okay for me to open them now?"

"It's best not to. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and my windows can turn other people's souls into stone sculptures. Actually, I'd quite like to make you my collection, just like Galarón."

Lyle closed his eyes peacefully, and the discomfort in his eyes disappeared.

"You killed Galaron?"

"Yes, in every sense of the word, I killed him. His soul turned into stone, becoming material for creating the Naslan Ghost Herd."

"It's finally over."

"Yes, it's over."

"Kallen! Is Karen alright?!"

Helena placed her hand on Lyle's forehead, instantly calming the panic in his mind.

"She's alright. My unleashed soul scream had already knocked her unconscious before I opened my eyes. No one was hurt, no one was hurt."

"Medusa... so you really are a banshee who can turn people to stone."

“Worse than that, I can only say I’m far more dangerous than Gorgon,” Helena whispered in Lyle’s ear, “and far more beautiful.” Helena always managed to evoke a sense of awe and fear in Lyle’s mind, and Lyle guessed that the ominous sign must have incorporated his own judgment into his perception.

Lyle lay in Helena's arms, Nia's tentacles reshaping his bones and muscles, flesh and blood regenerating, the pain already removed by Helena, the Soul Reaper.

"If your eyes are so...dangerous, why don't you just close them?"

“Normally, I don’t open my eyes, but now…” Helena paused deliberately. “Now I’m looking at you.”

"...Haven't you seen it many times already, inside Medusa's body?"

"Do you know what it feels like to watch your boy grow up step by step? It's something you never get tired of watching."

Lyle couldn't help but tilt his head, as if he had thought of something.

"So, when Galaron broke my bones, you just watched."

“Of course.” Helena nodded. “My feelings for you are love, Lyle. Love is a form of support, supporting the one you love to become a better person. You need to be tempered; only adversity can help you become a better man. And you did a fantastic job this time, little man; you defeated an angel.”

"It's just a shortcut."

“You are a spellcaster, and wisdom is a spellcaster’s most powerful weapon.” Helena’s sincere praise warmed Lyle’s heart, but then she changed the subject, “But you actually said that your soul studies are terrible, which is really embarrassing. It seems that I need to speed up your fusion with the ominous sign, otherwise I will not be able to hold my head up in Andrei.”

"But Beatrice clearly also..."

“Beatles has never attended my class… Lyle, I am criticizing you now as a professor.”

"professor?"

“Helena Naslan, the Chief Professor of Soul Studies at Andre Academy and Soul Reaper, the Soul Tower is the Naslan Tower that I have temporarily lent to Andre Academy. Lyle, I am your Soul Studies mentor and the guardian of the Omen.”

"But... but my soul studies mentor is clearly a ball."

"Troy, the Mystic Soul Stone, that's my creation. I must say, your Necromancer Figurine Company's soul science is pretty bad. I'd be embarrassed to attend the next academic gathering without an avatar."

Is Helena his soul mentor? Medusa has been by his side for a long time, and Omen has always disliked her. Lyle is a little panicked. What other identity does this woman, Helena, have hidden by his side?

"That's enough, dear Lyle."

"I am the person who knows you best in this world. Not only that, I also helped you grow. However, I also got myself involved in raising you, hahaha."

Helena held Lyle in her arms, her fingers playing with a mischievous tuft of black hair on his forehead.

"Did the scholar teacher tell you about his experiment? The experiment on cultivating an evil god, stripping away and sealing your divinity, allowing the humanity of the person named Lyle to grow continuously, and finally cultivating a world god of lawful good. I am the overseer of the omen, it was I who tore your soul apart, sealed the omen, and stayed by your side at all times, holding the reins that bind the omen."

“But even though I’ve been by your side day and night, the ominous signs are reviving much faster than we expected.” Lyle felt a dampness on his forehead; it was Beatrice’s soft lips.

"Within this body that is ascending to godhood, that tiny, radiant human soul, Lyle, exceeded all our expectations. He displayed tremendous perseverance and never succumbed to the chaotic worldview of the evil god."

"This is the result of my role as a supervisor, and it's also why I got caught up in my emotions."

“Lyle, setting aside the ominous part that is already chaotic, your beliefs are the same as those of the boy who first entered the academy. Andre’s death did not change your compassion. Your soul is small and delicate, radiating light.”

"My little purifier, your light shines far beyond this chaotic age."

Helena chuckled again.

"I don't know if it's the effect of stubborn human nature, but my little darling, you have the power of an evil god, but you still keep a low profile like a necromancer apprentice."

"I'm definitely not saying you're a coward."

Chapter 505 Parents

Lyle’s conversation with Helena felt like a dream, because both actions required him to close his eyes, and he even had the illusion that he had just woken up.

Loshutal Castle was a scene of utter chaos; slime and severed limbs made the carpet even more crimson. Nia, however, was quite self-controlled, perhaps because she had already stolen Lyle's chimera pouch from his waist, and was making chewing noises nearby—a mixture of sounds like rats and lions feeding together.

Outside the broken glass window, it was still dark, but a faint glow of fire had appeared on the hidden horizon.

Is it getting light?

"No, that's a group of black-armored paladins setting fires everywhere, very professional thugs."

He was held in her arms, his head barely outlined by the silvery moonlight. She had bright eyes and white teeth, bloodshot eyes and luscious lips, and a cold expression, which seemed to show some dissatisfaction.

"You seem to have become a little prettier?"

The woman's eyebrows rose slightly, and a sweet smile curved her lips. "Is it me, or Beatrice?"

"You are Beatrice."

Her smile faded, and she reverted to her initial cold demeanor. Her prank of pretending to be the eldest sister had failed, and she seemed somewhat suppressed and irritable, but the reasons were probably more than that.

"He's captivated by the eldest sister? I'm sure of it."

Lyle looked into Beatrice's eyes, which were probably dimmed by her dissatisfaction. He accepted Beatrice's help and stood up. Lyle's injuries had almost completely healed.

“Yes, Helena is indeed very charming. But Naslan’s treasures are Naslan’s daughters, not Helena and her sisters.”

"Hmph." Aside from that interjection, Beatrice didn't reply, but the slender arm she was holding was probably a passable indication.

Lyle searched around; his initial purpose in coming to Drogonris was not to kill an angel.

"Karen?"

“I am here, Lord Lyle.”

A disheveled Karen emerged from the corner. She had changed out of her thin dress and was now wearing a beautiful suit of armor that looked like it had been salvaged from some collection. She lay in a pool of blood, slowly waving at Lyle.

The three walked together toward the castle's main gate, with Karen walking silently at the back, causing Lyle to constantly turn back to look at her and ask if she was injured.

Karen returned a smile.

"Sister Helena has summoned the Wanderer, who is waiting outside. We must leave this dangerous place as soon as possible to avoid the Paladin's wrath from affecting us."

The journey was uneventful. Lyle pushed open the gate, where only a few fragments remained of the gargoyle that had been guarding the entrance. The Wanderer's carriage was parked prominently at the edge, and he smiled, removing his hat and bowing.

"Mr. Lyle, Miss, you are the last to arrive."

Lyle led Beatrice to the car.

"Karen?"

Karen Pompeii stood before the door of Loshutal, bowing to Lyle with a fist salute.

"Lord Lyle, thank you for your rescue. Please leave with your friend."

"I am a paladin, and I must return to my people. Thank you again for your rescue."

"Thank you very much."

Lyle glanced at Beatrice and agreed. Entrusting Karen to the paladin was definitely safer than keeping her by his side. Besides, the people around him were all people who couldn't be brought into the light.

Lyle waved goodbye to Karen and then opened the carriage door.

A black glove was extended in front of him. Lyle looked up and saw that many people were already seated in the carriage.

The nameless man sat on the left, resting with his eyes closed. Kevin sat opposite him, greeting him somewhat awkwardly. Violet smiled brightly, her eyes fixed on Beatrice behind Lyle. Finally, Ralf, acting as the air conditioner, reached out his hand, looking at his dazed nephew.

"Come up."

The ghost carriage drove into the distance, and the little knight, dressed in heavy armor, never stopped waving his hand.

……

The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat awkward.

The older man sat calmly on one side, while the anonymous gentleman, who was also considered an older man, sat on the other side, looking somewhat restrained.

Ralf stared intently at Lyle, Violet smiled at Beatrice, and Nameless looked at Kevin with curiosity.

Lyle and Kevin looked alike, like two fledglings sitting side by side with their heads tucked in in the face of a vulture. Ralph, as Cassandra's nightmare, still exerted his intimidating influence.

Strangely, Beatrice remained seated calmly, her hands on her knees, head bowed and breathless, only the outer thighs of her thighs pressed quietly against Lyle's. Lyle could feel her body trembling.