Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 114 - 110 Naslan’s Secret Realm

Duke Delaries’ pale face turned from pale to green to red, his expressions remarkably rich.

He took a deep breath, and between his two sharp canines exposed to the air, his breath turned into white frost.

His crimson eyes closed, and when they opened again, a bloodthirsty red light burst forth. Those eyes made Lyle, even standing behind Mr. Raymond’s wings of light, shudder as if an invisible hand had seized his heart.

"You, Raymond, very good," the oppressive voice was full of pressure, and Lyle felt a bit less confident about Andrey’s ceiling on combat ability.

Delaries transformed into a sky full of bat shadows, dragging Joshua away, leaving behind only a harsh statement.

"The Loshutar Blood Clan severs ties with you, Raymond. From the next time on, it’s a fight to the death!"

Delaries spoke the most aggressive words in the most cowardly tone, but Mr. Raymond liked to push his advantage.

Spreading his wings, he turned into a beam of light following closely behind Duke Delaries’ shadow of bats.

"Do not resist, Your Grace. The world needs your sacrifice for peace. Please die by my gun, and don’t run, vampire!"

The arrival of both friend and foe’s big bosses ended in an outcome resembling a farce.

Lyle looked at the departing lady Alianna.

"Is it over?" Raymond makes an appearance, the enemies turn to ashes, the enemy boss emerges, Raymond chases.

"It’s over, if the opponent had been strong enough, there might have been a way out. Anyway, they won’t have the energy to bother with us little bugs anymore. Thinking about how Mr. Raymond annoys you, that Blood Clan Duke is probably in a tight spot."

Ten seconds of prayer for the Loshutar family.

"I’m going to deal with some private matters with Karen regarding this armor and some other trifles. It might take some time. Plague Doctor, you can leave first. I’ve set up a beacon outside the tomb that can take you straight to Naranya."

"Alright, thank you."

Alianna curtsied like a lady, "Don’t worry, Karen will return safely and in one piece. I’m not the type to bully the weak."

Lyle touched the back of his head.

"Then I’ll trouble you to take care of her."

Lady Alianna covered her mouth with her hands, letting out a few light chuckles like the chirping of springtime birds, "I should be the one saying that, but now, there’s no need to stand on ceremony. Alright, Plague Doctor, I will."

Alianna left with a spring in her step, leaving Lyle puzzled.

Without lingering on the confusion, Lyle decided to turn back. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The journey in Naranya was coming to an end.

Lyle scanned the massive disc before him; behind it should lie the true tomb of Duke Naslan, the resting place of the ancestor Alianna. The blood artifact sought by the Blood Clan was also beyond this door.

That’s not something I should be interested in, thought Lyle, but at that moment, he did indeed find something on the door that piqued his interest.

Drawn to it involuntarily, Lyle saw several murals.

This stone disc might have been carved by Alianna’s biological father, for upon it were depicted the stories of three girls’ lives.

Reading together, resting together, dining together, sleeping together. Her father must have loved them beyond measure to carve their likenesses into their ancestors’ tomb, though it seemed a bit improper and disrespectful to the deceased.

It didn’t take Lyle long to find Alianna’s figure; she was always the most well-behaved one. Beatrice was the youngest but also the most mischievous. Lyle smiled, his attention unconsciously moving to the eldest sister he had never met.

Helena.

In the murals, she was undoubtedly in the middle of her sisters, appearing to be a very popular older sister. Strangely, her face was never shown in the murals; they chronicled their lives from infancy to adulthood, but Helena never revealed her face to Lyle; she was always with her back to him.

This sparked Lyle’s curiosity, and he moved along the edge of the stone disc, trying to find that figure, that face.

Lyle found the scene closest to what he had anticipated; it was the three sisters sitting by their father’s bedside, as if saying their last farewells. Both Alianna and Beatrice had sadness on their faces, a heartbreaking, viewer’s sorrow.

Helena’s face was blocked by a falling curtain, as if avoiding the scene before her eyes.

The desire to see her face overcame everything else, and Lyle, as if possessed, reached out to move the curtain aside.

The golden curtain truly moved aside.

Helena wasn’t crying; her eyes were looking at you, directly, piercing through the mural, gazing at you, who was observing her.

What marvelous eyes they were, as if they could steal one’s soul.

Lyle breathed heavily, and in fact, he was barely able to breathe at all; the curtain he had pulled was a trap, and a refreshing, intoxicating fragrance filled his nostrils.

His body wanted to enter hibernation, even the heart in his chest wished to rest.

Shuishui burst forth, its tendrils shooting out, burrowing into Lyle’s mouth and nose, struggling against that already ingrained taste within his body.

Lyle could only silently watch, slowly closing his own eyes.

As he sank into slumber alongside the Underground City.

......

"Glug!"

"He will be fine."

Lyle could vaguely hear a voice, feeling as if he were in a dream.

A pair of gentle hands lifted him, as if he were floating above the clouds.

He didn’t know how long this state lasted until the warmth of light soothed his eyelids.

Only then did Lyle slowly open his eyes, still groggy.

His vision was like that of someone with nearsightedness, only able to see a blurred figure.

A familiar silhouette, some white long dresses, an enchantingly bewitching charm.

"Alianna?"

She didn’t respond, simply laying Lyle gently on the grass.

Like a drifting cloud, she departed.

His heart throbbed like one of a patient just awakened from sleep, his body aching all over with the resumption of blood flow, pain lingered in his heart. Lyle lay on the grass, finally regaining his clarity of mind.

Having walked a tightrope at death’s door.

Lyle chided himself for his carelessness.

His limbs still weary, he decided to rest right there. All around him was lush forest, and he had been brought out of the Naslan Mausoleum.

Resting his head on the grass, gazing up through the leaves at the clear sky.

Then suddenly, the temperature plummeted as if the sun had already set, robbing the earth of its warmth.

Lyle stood up, looking up at the sky, where the light had not diminished in the slightest.

Where was this chill coming from?

As Lyle looked down, he noticed a pale, cold face, those resentful eyes staring fixedly at him.

An old acquaintance.

It was a ghost, a Resentful Spirit with a strong aura of negativity.

Seemingly out of nowhere, in Lyle’s field of vision, from behind an ordinary tree.

One, two, three, four...

Regaining his senses, he found himself surrounded by ghosts, their faces watching Lyle, the chill almost freezing him solid.

What’s this? Did I run into some sort of commemoration for the dead in this world?

"Plague Doctor." Behind the dense crowd of spirits, appeared a familiar figure to Lyle.

A white dress like a daffodil by the lake, a lady’s hat of the same color, with a light blue scarf occasionally fluttering in the breeze.

Alianna was as beautiful as ever today, even amidst a throng of ghosts.

"What are you doing here, Alianna?"

Alianna tilted her head, the peacock feathers on her lady’s hat standing erect from the left side.

"I am taking my servants for a walk. As for why I am here, because this is the front door of my home."

Following the direction Alianna pointed, the trees transformed into illusions, and a majestic castle nestled among the mountains, surrounded by flowers, its spires bathed in sunlight like dazzling ornaments atop a beautiful lady.

"This is Naslan Castle, my home."

This is the entrance to the secret realm of Naslan Castle.