Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

At this moment, Galarón, just as I had in the worst possible scenario, stared intently at the light.

“Lord Raymond, we have all sworn an oath that paladins must not harm women and children.”

"Dragons don't count as humans." The avatar of the Holy Light clenched his fist, and the mother dragon's corpse was set ablaze, instantly transforming into a torch in our eyes. This act enraged Galaron, who gritted his teeth and roared, rising once more.

"I will take good care of this child! No one can stop me before I fulfill my vow!"

"And no one dares to trample on my justice, Galarón." [Raymond] hovered in the air, a dazzling holy spear gathering in his hand. "My brother, you are going astray. Come to my side. I'll say it one last time."

The oppression of the King of Ages, the suppression of the tribe by the leader, forced Galaron to his knees. He gasped for breath, desperately guarding the egg in his hand, his already exhausted body on the verge of collapse.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

“You’re such a fool.” [Raymond] looked at me. I laughed and slapped Galaron’s thin back mockingly. “Galaron, you’re far too presumptuous. You’ve betrayed our leader. I suggest you atone with your death.”

I stood beside the embodiment of holy light and gave him the stage.

"Don't worry about me, please continue, leader."

“You have chosen to stand with justice, George, and that is a wise choice.”

"Of course, I am a cunning judge."

The God of Holy Light continued his judgment, but before the Holy Spear could fall, my Dark Light Sword pierced the back of the avatar, penetrating it completely. The power of the void tore a wound in the god's body, and the god's power was gradually dissipating.

"George? Why?"

"Ah, sorry, I have my own sense of justice too. You want to kill Galaron? Then I'll kill Raymond, the one who wants to kill my brother, first."

The avatar of the Holy Light tried to retaliate, but I had already transformed into a shadow, clinging to his back like a malignant tumor. His struggles gradually weakened, the light dissipated, and Raymond landed on the earth.

“I’m sorry, George. The power of the Ten Locks, the incarnation, will correct my mind.”

I stopped attacking, and the familiar Raymond was back.

"I've created a weakness in your back; if it's not repaired, your strength will continue to dissipate..."

“I will keep it, using this fatal weakness to remind myself that I am not yet mentally capable of mastering the power of the Ten Chains. As the power dissipates, I assure you that the Holy Light I grow will dissipate even faster. Galaron… my brother…”

I patted Raymond on the back. "I think you need to separate for a while. You both need to adjust. When the war is over, we'll go back to how things were. I'll take care of the rest of the monsters."

“I am so glad to have a brother like you, George,” the Angel of Light turned around, about to leave, “I want to give a name to the weakness you created in me, so that I can remember this terrible lesson.”

I breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, years of promoting paladins had improved my cultural literacy a bit.

"The Light's Reverse Scale, the tyrant of the new era, Raymond's fatal weakness, the dragon slayer will become a dragon."

“A good name.” Raymond smiled and nodded, glancing at Galaron one last time. “I have imbued the dragon’s blood with the vengeance of holy light. If you wish to save it, then do so, before this dragon egg is stained with blood. It will be the dragon you save, the only dragon.”

Raymond disappeared into the sky, and only then did the Purifiers, who were pinned to the ground by the oppressive force, rush up to heal their leader.

I looked at Galaron, who was still receiving everyone's love as before, but his eyes were empty and filled only with the dragon egg.

“George…”

"what?"

Do you think Raymond's sense of justice is correct?

“Of course, his justice is absolutely correct,” I looked at my hand holding the sword, which was trembling. “Raymond is absolutely correct, but… absolute justice is not what we mortals pursue. This world needs more than just correctness.”

Galarón curled himself up into an egg.

"I'm...so oppressed by the Holy Light that I can barely breathe."

"Then let's abandon the Holy Light."

"what?"

I performed a comical gesture.

"Before you stands the first Divergent in history to wield both Holy Light and Shadow. I treat all power equally, as long as it upholds my justice. You and I are evenly matched, Galaron. Perhaps it's time for you to forge your own path—Holy Light, Shadow, or something else..."

Galarón's face contorted in a mix of tears and laughter, tears dripping from the corners of his upturned lips. In that moment, the Crusader's "noble" vanished.

"I will keep this child alive, at all costs..."

George Edmont stretched.

"It sounds rather frightening, Galarón, like the dying words of a madman."

“...George, if Raymond makes a mistake, you'll stop him from making a mistake, won't you…”

"Of course, this is precisely the meaning of my existence: to guide the Holy Light onto the right track."

"...If I'm wrong, please forgive me..."

The Fire Angel revealed a hearty smile.

"It's no big deal, leave it to me."

Chapter 609 Dragon Egg

Lyle stared at Mr. Raymond's burning skull, his flames still burning as usual, as if he had just told a trivial story. He was betrayed by the Angel of Fire, ending his avatar form caused by advancing to the Ten Locks after defeating the Dragon Father. With a new weakness, the Light's Reverse Scale withdrew from the front lines.

Lyle's eyes unconsciously swept over Raymond, especially his broad back against the bench.

“The Light's Reverse Scale is gone.” Raymond turned his body without hesitation, revealing the complete back armor. There were no wounds, it was spotless. “That was my weakness in life. I lost some memories during my death. It must have been during my death that the wounds George left me healed.”

In other words, the Lich Raymond will be more powerful than the Paladin Raymond.

“I’ve always wanted to find my lost memories and figure out the cause of my death, but I’ve been clueless. I doubt George would give me an honest answer now.” Raymond turned to Lyle and returned the softened Lich Crown to him. “You’ve shown me a new way of interpreting justice, Lyle, and you’ve reminded me of things from the past. Both of these are invaluable to me. Experiencing new things might not be a bad thing for me.”

The story of the paladin, Mr. Raymond's understanding, and tonight's gains invigorated Lyle and also eased some of the worries weighing on his mind.

“Senior Raymond, would you like to try my flesh and blood disguise? I’ve known you for so long, and I still don’t know your true face.”

"Please allow me to refuse this. The lich's deathly cold property can suppress my emotions. If I were to wear the flesh disguise, I might ignite at the slightest provocation, in many ways."

Under Mr. Raymond's well-intentioned preaching, Lyle chuckled as he walked out of the Holy Light Chapel, handing the satisfied Lich Crown to the Dean. Watching it being locked in that specially made box, Lyle returned to Nathlan, ready to enjoy the peaceful life after the excitement.

The torment of the Naslan ghost lasted for less than two days.

The resounding dragon roar awakened Lyle even before the ghost maid's cold gaze.

After washing up, Lyle looked at the familiar figure sitting at the dining table.

In his human form, the newly crowned dragon had his hands on his knees, fidgeting like a restless boy. Flames danced around him, and the ghosts had to keep their distance from this rude guest.

Upon hearing Lyle's voice outside the door, Mr. Dragon abruptly stood up, his tension transforming into undisguised joy. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Lyle like a storm, lifting the weaker student high and beginning his waltz around the dining room. Lyle was tossed about in the air like a lead ball, enduring the physical pressure of dizziness and nausea amidst the dragon's laughter.

The restaurant descended into chaos. Beatrice noticed something was wrong immediately, and when she saw what was happening, her tension turned into a wicked grin.

"Mr. Dragon".

Ariana's ethereal voice awakened the former members of the Cup of Extravagance. The dragon regained his senses; his body was still trembling, but he was now able to express his apology.

“I’m sorry, I got too excited. Ariana, I will make amends to Naslan with some jewels that are suitable for a lady, just right for a beautiful lady.”

Ariana smiled and returned the greeting, "More than those jewels, I'd like to know why Mr. Dragon is so happy. Could you please put Lyle down first?"

Lyle felt as if he had been granted a pardon and stood on his knees.

“I had children; Sylvette had five children for me.”

Ariana's eyes sparkled, and like a joyful lark, she hugged Beatrice and hopped around, offering her blessings to the dragon. The newborn's joy was infectious.

Nia reached out a tentacle and patted the dragon's shoulder. "Is it a baby, a baby dragon?"

“It’s a dragon egg. I want to inform my dragon priest, Lyle, so we can go see my dragon egg together. I want to share my joy with you as soon as possible.”

Lyle finally regained his composure. Upon learning of the dragon egg's creation, he was initially delighted, but then became puzzled.

"Teacher, you and Sister Hill only tried to conceive for a month, right? How come you've already given birth? Is this rate of reproduction... normal?"

"Dragon eggs are the essence of a dragon's life. Under normal circumstances, a dragon's gestation period is three to five years. But I am not a normal dragon. I am a dragon father and also a half-evil god, so my offspring will develop very quickly."

"That's one of the reasons I contacted you. The dragon priests predict that my child will hatch in a few days, and you probably don't want to miss that moment. Also, you're the only doctor I know who might have medical qualifications, so you should know a little about childcare and nursing, right?"

"No, teacher, I'm a plague doctor. You even taught me necromancy. I'm more than qualified to be a lich's doctor, but you're asking me to take care of children, especially baby dragons... isn't that giving me too much credit?"

“Isn’t Nia also a child, and an infancy of an evil god? I believe you, Lyle! The five dragon priests are also gathering knowledge about raising infants from their own kind, so there won’t be any trouble.”

Lyle realized he couldn't escape the dragon's expectations, and it was a young dragon—who would refuse to raise a dragon?

“If you insist, I will give it a try, teacher.”

The dragon laughed and turned to look at the ladies of Nathlan.

Ariana covered her mouth and chuckled, "Gentlemen, before you set off, please enjoy a breakfast. It's a high-end meal sourced from Holy Light Culinary Society."

After the meal.

The burial ground of the dragon, the former lair of the dragon father Yemotar, a magnificent palace of bones comes into view. The jagged bone spikes, once mere decorations, are now overgrown with green plants, a vibrant contrast between the tender green and the stark white stillness. The wind, blowing through the holes, produces a long, resonant sound. A pool of lava and a stretch of ocean, carved out by time-space magic, are placed beside the palace; the temperature difference between these two natural forces creates the constant, strong winds.

An adjustable climate control system, meticulously crafted by the Dragon Priest.

The dragon carried Lyle down from the vertical elevator at the back of the palace, where a thundercloud had initially floated. The dragon flapped its wings to dispel the obscuring cloud and passed through layers of protection woven from white bones into its lair.

Sylvie lay on a pillow piled high with jewels and gold, while five dragon priests formed a semicircle around her, listening quietly.

The dragon, carrying Lyle in its mouth, made a wide turn behind the Twilight Dragon and threw Lyle into the encirclement of the dragon priests.

There were five dragon eggs, each the size of two pumpkins, in different colors, and even the patterns on their shells were completely different. They didn't look out of place among the pile of treasures; on the contrary, they stood out like cranes among chickens.

That was the dragon's true treasure, his offspring.

Although Lyle wanted to say that these five dragon eggs didn't resemble their father and mother at all, they were much closer to the dragon priest.

Before the Black Dragon Priest was a black dragon egg with irregular protrusions on its surface.

The white dragon egg in front of the White Dragon Priest has beautiful patterns like fish scales.

The green dragon priest stared at the green dragon egg, lost in a daze.

It was as if a huge ruby ​​was standing in front of the Red Dragon Priest.

The Blue Dragon Priest, the Scholar, was looking at his crystal dragon egg, and Lyle had a strong suspicion that a gem crystal worm would hatch from it.

Chapter 610 Incubation