Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

That's a dangerous and foolish thing to do, Lyle. We're deep within other people's souls; we're like a virus that's been injected. If exposed, we'll be efficiently wiped out by the soul's guardians. If a second voice arises within someone, a normal person will suppress it—that's the soul's mechanism killing a second personality. You've come up with the fastest way to destroy yourself, you idiot.

When faced with criticism from his teacher, Lyle acted like a stubborn student.

Helena, my gut tells me I should do that!

The ominous giant's mental fluctuations conveyed a resolute determination, and Helena fell silent. The Soul Reaper statue embraced the ominous giant, and the hissing sound of the two alien beings eroding each other became the most intense sound within the power of shadow.

Intuition is a very important sense. So give it a try; if you fail, I will do everything I can to preserve your soul.

Without repeating his thanks, following Helena's instructions, from within the mire of the ominous manifestation, a radiant soul emerged, enveloped by the power of the evil god. The radiant soul of Lyle conveyed its message.

[Lyle Buller, necromancer from Cassandra and Andrea Academy. Hill, I am your friend. I, Mr. Dragon, and the Dragon Priests hope you will awaken.]

That glowing memory wasn't so sophisticated, not even deceptive; it was just a sound, which, for the soul itself, could even be seen as a useless illusion.

The Soul Guardian discovered the ball of light.

The object was clearly an alien entity, yet the Soul Guardian didn't attack. Its dog-like face softened, revealing a comical, husky-like grin from its fur. The Soul Guardian reached out, drawing the ball of light closer and merging it with its own.

The soul guardian vanished. The burst of light illuminated the slumbering girl.

She opened her eyes, her amethyst pupils filled with arrogance and majesty. In an instant, the girl had taken control of this soul, towering above the shadows. She looked down upon the two strange beings; within the dragon's soul, she was the goddess who judged life and death.

[Sylveth.]

【What?】

An irresistible force hurled Lyle and Helena's avatars away.

[Sylvet is my real name, please remember that, Mr. Bouler.]

Chapter 598 Twilight and Dawn

The soul restoration ritual was over, and Ariana and Lyle were the first to awaken. They walked out of the magic circle side by side. Ariana glanced at Lyle, and Lyle returned her gaze without any hesitation.

The presence of the ghosts kept the air in Nathlan damp and cold. Lyle wasn't sure if it was this dampness that made Ariana's skin look even more delicate, and her eyes had an ethereal paleness, as if she had opened the door to a fantasy world.

"what happened?"

Ariana held her cheek with her left hand, a hint of confusion appearing on her usually indifferent face.

"Lyle, you seem to have become even more interesting. It's strange, even though I feel like I know you quite well, the deeper I go, the more secrets I discover, like peering into an abyss."

Lyle covered her face, the lingering heat from the alluring sensation still present.

"I... I'll take that as a compliment."

Nia's tentacles crawled out from her collar and onto Lyle's face.

"It's so hot, Nia will cool you down." Lyle, whose face was covered in sticky mucus, smiled helplessly at Ariana as the temperature suddenly dropped.

At this moment, the Dragon Priest was taking care of the unconscious Twilight Dragon. Helena's reply relieved them, and they continued to perform their duties as caregivers.

"Lyle, I want to talk to you."

Mr. Dragon was dressed in a flesh and blood disguise, a fusion disguise created by Lyle by connecting dozens of flesh and blood disguises. The dragon now looked majestic and not much different from a real dragon. Although for some unknown reason, the dragon now exuded a melancholy aura.

"I'll be waiting for you at the restaurant. Don't miss lunch," Ariana said, leaving behind her companion for the dragon.

Lyle raised his head and looked at the large face above him.

"Let's go to the lake, Teacher Dragon."

On the shore of the lake where the mercury serpent Varim lay dormant, Lyle and the dragon sat side by side along the lake.

"Are you worried, Teacher Dragon?"

Using various methods, Mr. Dragon finally established an intimate relationship with the mentally confused Twilight Dragon over the course of a month. To be honest, the formation of this intimacy was somewhat like deceiving an innocent girl, which made the principled Mr. Dragon feel uneasy. Whenever Hill was sleeping, he would seek psychological comfort from Lyle, his accomplice.

Why doesn't it come at other times? Because at other times, the dragon is always with Hill, having so much fun that he's completely lost his bearings.

"Those little tricks probably won't work on Hill once she regains her senses. My relationship with her will probably revert to that of strangers. Even if it's just a relationship maintained through lies/Lyle, I don't want to lose it."

"But... regaining his sanity is best for Hill."

This feeling of gain and loss, isn't it the common mentality of men in love? Because they cherish it, they are afraid of losing it. Lyle looked at his teacher, never expecting that the respected elder could become so emotionally naive. Ah, Mr. Dragon died young, always an emotional idiot.

Lyle had done similar emotional counseling many times in his previous life, and he was very familiar with it. He was the Cloud Master in the dormitory who had no practical experience.

"Won't Teacher Dragon like Hill if she regains her sanity?"

The dragon seemed very excited.

"No matter how Hill's soul changes, I will always love her!"

Lyle felt something was off; he didn't care about the inner qualities, only about the dragon's skin.

"Isn't liking her enough? If Hill forgets you, then pursue her again. As long as your feelings remain unchanged, what can hold you back? We'll help you one more time, Dragon Teacher. You and she might be the only two dragons in the world. You are the 'Adam' and 'Eve' of dragons. Do you think there is any creature more worthy of her than you?"

For some reason, Lyle thought of the kobold deep within Sylvie's soul; it shouldn't be a big problem, right?

The somewhat dejected dragon was roused again; he spread his wings and roared to the sky.

"You're right! I'm going to become the Dragon Father! There's nothing I can't do!"

"Well said!"

Then the dragon shrank back.

"Lyle, you have to help me! Please help me think of a way!"

"Can't you just be direct? Find some common topics or something."

“I know two topics: necromancy and dragons. Do you think Hill prefers corpses or me showing my infatuation with dragons in front of her?”

Lyle was at a loss and could only come up with some underhanded tricks, but he mistakenly confused his previous knowledge with the books he had seen in this world. You see, in this world, 80 percent of Andrei's books, non-academic readings, came from the literary society.

Just as Lyle and the dragon were whispering their grand plan to conquer an adult female dragon...

What are you discussing?

"They're discussing how to pursue...Sylveth."

Lyle dropped his pen, and the girl with amethyst eyes stood before him, smiling and squinting at the two of them. The person in question had come knocking.

Even in her human form, Sylvie still possessed the majesty of a dragon. Even Mr. Dragon, who had never seen her before, quickly recognized her identity. The dragon knelt down, and the entire dragon turned a pale grayish-white.

"It seems you've remembered my name well, Mr. Lyle."

Lyle didn't dare to breathe loudly at this moment, and could only shrink his head like a penguin, looking at the surface of his shoes.

Sylvie's gaze did not linger on Lyle for long; she looked up at the dragon and met its eyes.

“I remember you, Mr. Dragon.”

“It would be my honor, Miss Hill…Witt.”

Silvet walked to the dragon's claws, stroked the dragon's camouflaged skin, and felt the finger bones within.

“You’re not a dragon yet… but you will be soon. Our memories haven’t faded, dragon; we’re friends.” Seeing the dragon breathe a sigh of relief, Sylvie then posed a new question, “Will you pursue me, dragon?”

Sylvie's dragon aura remained ever-present, its power directly impacting the dragon through her deep purple eyes. Dragons are magical creatures, retaining certain instincts; when two dragons meet, a victor always emerges.

"Roar!!!"

The dragon, a malevolent dragon created by Lyle, a super monster whose goal was to defeat the Dragon Father, could never submit to this weak Twilight Dragon. It roared, and an even more terrifying dragon's might crashed back like a tidal wave. Enraged, the dragon directly declared its conquest of its beloved mother dragon.

"That's right, I will pursue you and have you! You will become the Father of All Dragons' companion, my Dragon Mother! You belong to me! You must belong to me!"

Sylvie stood frozen in place, while Lyle was completely dumbfounded.

The dragon, his anger subsiding, began to regret losing control in his rage. His mind had become that of a dragon, thinking with the soul of a dragon. The dragon, a former teacher, felt a great deal of responsibility for the current situation.

"Ms. Sylvie, I'm so sorry..."

"I accept your declaration of love."

"?"

Lyle stared at the two dragons, feeling like an outsider who couldn't understand them at all.

Silvette's face was flushed.

"That confused Twilight Dragon who only knew how to eat, sleep, and have fun—that was me too. I accept my past self, and naturally, I accept my past feelings. Even though Hill's thinking was chaotic back then, I could still sense who I truly loved and who was best to me. Although I was a little annoyed by your deception, hearing your roar and declaration..."

"What? Isn't he supposed to be a super handsome and wild male? He's my type!"

Silvette's posture was somewhat awkward.

"Actually, our relationship was already set from the very beginning. Dragons have a habit of biting the back of their necks as a sign of intimacy, and you've already scratched the back of my neck. This is probably fate's arrangement, our destiny... so..."

"Sylvie..." the dragon called out the name of his beloved with deep emotion.

"Dragon..." The Twilight Dragon instantly transformed into a dragon, its massive jaws biting into the flesh on the back of the dragon's neck. With a tremendous force, the flesh disguise was torn apart, scattering blood rain across the grass of Nathran.

The two giant dragons were wrestling together.

"So... I'm going to bite back! That damned dragon, it hurts so much!!!"

Chapter 599 The Coronation of the New King

The two giant dragons seemed to be biting each other or playing a game as they tumbled into the water together.

Lyle watched them with some concern when a thin, bony hand gently patted his shoulder. Turning around, he saw the Scholar, and the Twilight Dragon Sylvie had regained her senses, with the Dragon Priest following her.

“Both the dragon and Sylvie know their limits, so don’t worry, Lyle.”

"I'm not worried, teacher, I just feel like all of this happened so suddenly. They just... got together?"

The scholar extended his palm, this time stroking Lyle's head. His gaze was fixed on the lake, the magical ripples on the bronze mask resembling the shimmering water.

“Sylveth is a mature dragon. She understands her place, our desire for her, and the hopes the dragon race has for her. Becoming a dragon is her choice, and this choice may not be as pure as simple love; it is a good choice for everyone. Moreover, she truly enjoys the time she spends with Mr. Dragon.”

Lyle watched as the two dragons intertwined, emerging from the water, spreading their wings, and soaring into the sky, chasing each other through the clouds and across the horizon, their joyful roars like dense, muffled thunder. Splashing water droplets fell from the sky, leaving a faint rainbow on the lake's surface.

later.

The dragon's massive body descended alone from the sky, and Sylvie in human form leaped from its claws. She walked up to Lyle, hands on her hips, her breathtaking majesty transforming into a wicked, unsettling grin, though not repulsive.

"Lyle, I've confirmed my relationship with the dragon, what should you call me now?"