Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 451 - 413 The Agreed Ceremony

Lyle had imagined himself sitting at a table with the two princesses, enduring Her Highness Kayla’s sarcasm under Queen Lina’s fierce onslaught. Or sitting with his two granddaughters, receiving thanks from the former kings along with their seemingly fierce stares.

However, the current situation was not as such, or to put it another way, it wouldn’t be as Lyle had anticipated, at least for now.

Lyle sat alone in the pavilion, surrounded by armored behemoths and elderly men in heavy gear. The Dreya Knights had taken Lyle away before their former king and queen spoke. And now, they formed a wall of people around him, scrutinzing his entire body with discerning gazes, as if their straightforward stares wished to strip him bare.

"Um... gentlemen?"

No one answered; for a moment, Lyle was taken back to the times he spent with Ralph. When he made a mistake, Ralph would stare at him with that same expression, silent and wordless, until Lyle racked his brains to confess all the wrongs he had done.

Fortunately, these knights seemed normal enough.

A gap opened in the wall of people, and a knight stepped forward.

Taking off his helmet, he revealed a handsome and resolute face. Pointing his thumb at himself, the man introduced himself.

"I, Benjamin Dalton, Captain of the Dreya Defenders Knights, the first knight under Lina Dreya!" Benjamin looked at him as though he were looking at trash, extending his hand, "I have heard of you, Mr. Lyle."

Was this the classic childhood friend faced with a heaven-sent rival? Ah, Lyle could understand Sir Benjamin’s attitude. As he himself had no ulterior motives, it would be best to explain things straightforwardly.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Benjamin. Actually, my relationship with Her Majesty Queen Lina is really just one of ordinary friendship."

In fact, if Benjamin could persuade Lina Dreya to let go of any superfluous thoughts, Lyle would be quite grateful.

"Huh???" Benjamin became very agitated, reaching out to grab Lyle’s collar, lifting Lyle up with brute strength, "You have a problem with our queen? Use your brain and think! How is the flower of Dreya’s battlefield not good enough for you!!!!!"

"Ah, I didn’t mean to insult Her Highness Lina, in fact, it’s probably me who’s not worthy," Lyle pressed down on Nia who was ready to burst out from his sleeve, and slowly explained, "What I mean is, I don’t have any undue thoughts towards Her Majesty Lina."

"Is that for you to decide?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Eh?" Lyle realized then that the disdain in Benjamin’s eyes was not the resentment of a man whose love was taken, but the annoyance of a father-in-law to his son-in-law.

Lyle was set down.

"Name!"

"Err... I just said..."

"Do you want me to repeat myself!!!"

"Lyle Butler! Sir."

"Where are you from?"

"A resident of Cassandra, or you could say from Andrey." A sense of dissonance arose in Lyle’s heart.

Benjamin scribbled on his paper right there.

"Any hobbies or specialties?"

"Well... I’m currently studying Spirit Summoning Studies, conducting research related to flesh and blood."

"Hmm, typical spellcaster’s habits. Using your brains is good, the next ruler could be trained as an enlighted monarch..." Benjamin murmured to himself, "Oh right, Lyle, have you ever undergone physical training?"

"Does walking count? I don’t really have much free time..."

"I advise you to take the time to start practicing, stick to training with the sword for two hours a day and horsemanship for four hours," Benjamin said proudly, crossing his arms, "You should know the queen has a habit of training starting at two in the afternoon, you could use this opportunity to strengthen your relationship."

"???"

"Also, cooking, you should also learn how to carbon-roast venison, that’s Her Majesty’s favorite dish." Benjamin started to prattle on in front of Lyle, "Besides, the queen has a habit of drinking milk before bed, although it’s a futile struggle for her frail body, but the sight of Queen Lina with her face blushing and stabbing around with a knight’s lance is quite adorable too."

The image of Dreya Knight Benjamin contorted before Lyle, eventually morphing into a depraved existence resembling a twisted "mommy’s boy".

"Are you knights, or masters of post-marital life planning?"

No wonder you Dreya and Liveser are a match made in heaven.

Night Owl Dating Team, Dreya Butler Knight Order.

Lyle even suspected that even after Queen Lina married, this group of perverts would continue to exist in her private life, playing significant roles.

The enthusiastic exchange between Lyle and the people of both nations continued.

In a secluded corner shielded by morning glory vines, a deep blue magical barrier enveloped the two of them.

Carlos Dolgette looked at the person in front of him, a smile appearing on his face.

"Such a familiar face, Father."

Irene removed the ancient mask, revealing a visage similar to Carlos’s, albeit a few years younger and marked with the passage of time.

"This isn’t your reason for interrupting the Twilight Memories gathering, Carlos. At this moment, you should be at the Black Abyss Arena, watching the championship match and awarding the victor."

The master of the City of Wandering scratched his hair like a youngster seeking advice from an elder.

"That’s right, Father. If you remember, I had mentioned to you before about the matter of your grandson, my child, being found."

"I thought that during this celebration, I’d announce his existence."

"To continue the family lineage and let the citizens of the City of Wandering know about the existence of my child, to understand the future master of this city."

Irene pinched his chin; now possessing flesh, it seemed as though the habits from his life had returned, along with that kingly majesty.

"A fine proposition, Carlos. But if it’s just this matter, is there a need to seek my permission? What are you looking for, my child?"

Carlos gave a helpless smile, "As I thought, nothing can be hidden from you. I hope that you, Father, could restart the family’s inheritance ceremony in the City of Wandering, to let the glory of Dolgette shine once again."

Irene pondered with a lowered head.

On the surface, Carlos, his child, simply wished for the revival of that family heirloom, the key of the Dolgette family. As its former owner, Irene had set up a unique ritual to ensure the transmission of the family bloodline. Carlos had undergone this ritual when he came of age, and now, he wanted his child to inherit the legitimate throne under the witness of the forefathers.

It was proper; after all, that was his grandson, even though he had blown up his own mausoleum.

Irene’s memory, along with his flesh, had returned to the past, and he noticed Carlos’s subtle movements. Even as he grew into a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, Carlos’s habit of concealing his thoughts persisted. Whenever he was hiding something, he would rub his index finger.

Irene understood his true intention: only he could preside over the inheritance ceremony.

The forebear of the Arcanists would officially return to this shattered nation.

Just like the forgotten kings re-emerging with their might.

Carlos sought not only to declare his offspring to the world but also to announce Irene’s presence.

A complete, three-generational royal Arcanist lineage under the mantle of inheritance.

Twilight Memories, we old-timers seek not only to reminisce about times past.

"Alright, my child. After the flying competition ends, I will preside over the inheritance ceremony for my little grandson."

"Under the blessings of all the citizens of the City of Wandering."