Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 465 - 427: The King’s Wrath

Irene Dolgette.

The founder of Twilight Memories.

Mr. Irene is the father of Carlos, the lord of the City of Wandering, the former king of the Dolgette Royal Family?

Lyle was caught up in such a surprise, and his emotions pounded with his heartbeat.

No, in fact, he had already been somewhat prepared. Everyone at Twilight Memories had been kings in the past, and the power Mr. Irene had shown in the face of the Inquisitor Legion, a power that matched that of the angels. As the master of the Dreamy City, he was equally formidable.

It turned out that Mr. Irene’s words at the time were not an exaggeration.

"Twilight of Morocoy, King of Magic..."

The King of Magic, it turned out, was not a king who knew magic, but the king of all magic.

The revealed reality and his own thoughts matched one by one, and Lyle felt his body warming, a sense of anticipation gradually growing.

He was looking forward to everything that was coming. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Mr. Irene at an official occasion wasn’t very talkative, without lengthy rhetoric or declarations. He swept his gaze coldly around, and everyone who met his eyes quickly looked away in deference, even the Lich Andrey crawled down from the skeletal dais.

"I feel a bit weak, my intuition tells me not to mess with that old man. Incredibly, and I am a lich."

"Although I think you usually talk in a very ghostly manner, this time I agree with you."

"This old mage, very dangerous."

Perhaps pleased with the behavior of those around him, Irene stopped his meaningless gaze and looked at Carlos.

"Bring him here, bring your child up."

Even with a crown that shone brightly, Carlos was utmost respectful towards his own father, and so were the Arcanists. In Lyle’s view, those Arcanists responsible for guarding the scene were trembling, and ever since Mr. Irene’s voice appeared, the Arcanists had entered a state of frenzy. If they could die for their master right now, they would most certainly do so.

The ordered Arcanists quickly brought up a figure cloaked in a silver robe.

The shadow of the hood hid his face, but the golden hair that peeked out at the edges was a testament. A tall figure with a steady step that carried the lightness of youth, and a pale hand emerged from the sleeve. Without focusing on the face, just the movement, climbing onto the platform, coming next to Irene, the process conveyed a feeling as smooth as jade.

A dashing young noble.

This heir knelt on one knee, bowing to Irene with meticulous etiquette, obviously taking great care.

Perfect etiquette caused Irene’s eyes to close for a moment, and he maintained his solemn demeanor, but his tone had unconsciously softened a great deal.

Irene extended his palm, and as his arm moved, the runes on the ground lit up following his hand, magic power surged, and a crystal-clear magic barrier enveloped Irene, Carlos, and the heir.

"Remove your disguise, child, you are safe here."

Hearing Irene’s command, the heir slowly grasped the edge of the hood.

The true face of the City of Wandering’s future heir was being unveiled, and everyone craned their necks in anticipation of his appearance. Lyle did so too, closing his eyes to sense what he could not see.

Sure enough, the heir had a very familiar feeling about him.

He was indeed...

Hehehehe...

A sense of oppression as if his heart was being gripped suddenly appeared in Lyle’s chest, the sneering laughter in his mind made him break out in a cold sweat, a fear crept up his spine. After that, the world sensed by Lyle changed as well.

The heir, for him, was indeed very familiar, but terrifyingly so.

The aura about him was exactly the same as Lyle’s.

It was like the two sides of a mirror, a revolting sense of disgust grew in Lyle’s heart.

The heir removed the hood, and his face under the sunlight caused people to exclaim in admiration and astonishment.

A handsome visage like a finely carved statue, with expressive eyes resembling talking jewels, blue as the sky or the sea, conveying all-encompassing gentleness, possessing both a man’s vigor and a woman’s delicacy, such was the perfect figure that appeared before Irene.

"Yino..."

Why wasn’t it William? Where was William? Could it be that I was wrong?

A reality that deviated from his speculation filled Lyle with questions, but the ceremony continued.

Perhaps it was due to Irene having that same abruptness as Lyle, or maybe it was because Yino’s appearance far exceeded Irene’s expectations. The first thing the King of Magic did was not to praise his appearance or recognize his identity but to look towards Carlos.

"My child, are you certain this is your offspring?"

"Yes, Father, I met him on the day at the Bloody Rose Bar where he was a cleaner. Despite his plain clothes, I recognized him at first sight. He is my child; he is my William."

What is this? Mr. Carlos, have all your promotions of William been a lie? The pleasure of your conversations, the care you have shown William, was there an ulterior motive?

Lyle felt terrible and frightened.

Yino was replacing William, taking over all that he had experienced.

Within the barrier, Irene acknowledged her child’s claim, her expression growing increasingly satisfied as she looked at Yino.

"I will carry out your inheritance ceremony, my grandson."

"But first, that object, you’ve brought it with you, haven’t you? That thing that is forever yours."

Yino gave a subtle smile, one that made the sun seem dim in comparison, and the weakened sunlight cast shadows upon the ground.

"Yes, Grandfather, I have brought it—my proof."

Yino reached into his sleeve and took out the token belonging to him.

A shining Gold Coin, one side engraved with scrolls that record magic, while the other side featured the profile of Irene Dolgette.

The lucky Gold Coin of Dolgette, William’s lucky Gold Coin.

No! No! No! William’s coin is his heirloom, a magical item that belongs only to William.

Yino’s coin must be fake! Yes! This counterfeit is bound to give itself away soon!

Lyle awaited this outcome so eagerly.

Irene picked up the coin, and the moment her fingers touched it, the words on the ground lifted up into the air one by one. They came to life, unleashing the roar of a mighty beast, spraying the magic power concealed within the letters onto the coin.

The coin, bearing the magic power, was morphed by Irene’s magic threads into a delicate equilateral triangle pyramidal Magical Alchemy Item.

"Success, child. The [Key] has been activated—the key to control the magic network nodes beneath the City of Wandering, the very foundation of the kingdom," said Irene with a smile, handing the activated key to Yino. "Welcome back, our Magic Prince. Take it, it’s yours, as you rightfully deserve."

Yino’s smile radiated like sunlight as he extended his hand to touch the key.

"It is an honor to receive a gift from you, Grandfather."

"Ha ha ha ha, it is my honor as well, child."

The callous voice sounded as though the gates of a netherworld purgatory had flung open, sending a bone-chilling coldness into the world. Irene’s tone was icy cold, filled with fury.

"What an honor it is, to be called ’Grandfather’ by a disciple of the Evil God."

The speed with which Irene’s demeanor changed caught everyone off guard.

Yino didn’t react in time; his fingers were mere moments from touching the key, and in an instant, he went from Magic Prince to a prisoner at the foot of the pedestal, magic chains piercing his body through the shoulder blades, sternum, legs, ribs. Yino coughed up blood, instantly immobilized.

"I... I do not understand what you mean."

"You don’t understand?" Irene tore off her own face. Her flesh began to fall away, blooming like a flower from her sternum, revealing a sinister white skull beneath her beautiful facade.

"I have many titles."

"King of Magic, Recluse, Magic Network Builder, World Builder..."

As the skin peeled from the skull completely, what lay behind the flesh was an ancient blue iron mask.

"Fire Bath, the Head of the Arcanists’ Society, Mother of Witches, Lifetime Magic Professor, Mr. Scholar..."

"Oh, and one last thing..."

The surging magic power rose like a tidal wave, reaching the sky, turning the Arcanists’ eye into the vertical pupil of a dragon.

"I am a Dragon Priest, the sealer of the Evil God Trithem. I am the archenemy of you vermin who serve the abyss in the shadows."

"You insects! Daring to bewitch my child! Coveting my subjects! Reaching your filthy hands toward my homeland!!!"