Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 762 - 704

Mr. Law entered the courtroom, and after the heavy doors slowly closed behind him, he made his way to the plaintiff’s seat and nodded an apology to the presiding judge sitting at the bench.

"I apologize for my tardiness, Your Honor. Delivering the entire Literary Society to the Soul High Tower took us an immeasurable amount of time, even after the power of ’Justice’ had been retracted. Those bastards were like crippled locusts, still causing a ruckus."

Mr. Dark gave a snort, lifting the slipping bandage back onto his face, his eyes filled with irony hidden within the dry layers of fiber.

"Watch your language, Plaintiff. Statements filled with personal grievances will lead the outcome towards the side of disappointment," the presiding judge gently tapped the gavel, thus producing a trembling noise that could make one’s head shake. Perhaps it once doubled as a torture device in the adjacent room, Lyle maliciously speculated.

The presiding judge glanced at Lyle, causing the young man to shrink his neck guiltily, but thankfully his gaze soon swept toward the other spectators.

"The final court session reconvenes because the Necromancer Figure Club president, Plague Doctor, instigated another Liches disaster. During this event, Andrey suffered considerable damage under some malicious and unwitting catalysts. Executor Mr. Law, it is hoped that a common understanding with the participants of this Liches disaster can be reached."

"Therefore, the legal action taken by Executor Andrey against the Literary Society shall now commence in our presence."

"Due to special reasons, the entire Literary Society is undergoing soul correction. The defendant’s seat is temporarily occupied by Mr. Dark, the president of the Literary Society. Shortly, the rational members involved will arrive here one after the other."

"Plaintiff, please begin your statement."

Mr. Law coughed, pulling out several white stones with a shimmering surface from his pocket. Lyle was quite familiar with those items—they were Memory Stones, and the center of the Blood Nest Great Tree was filled with such things.

"The actions of the Literary Society are something that those present have already personally experienced. These are memory fragments that I commissioned from the wailing spirits in the Soul High Tower to copy from the minds of Literary Society members, to help you recall the abominable acts of destruction perpetrated by the Literary Society."

Mr. Law handed the Memory Stones to Mr. Jing, who served as the clerk, and Mr. Jing carried the stones to the center of the courtroom, tapping his right foot lightly on the ground.

A ticking sound, like falling droplets of water, suddenly filled the air, drawing everyone’s attention to the sunflower pattern with radial shapes. The dark-red pieces looked as though they were losing color, making the fine light-yellow lines particularly clear as if they were about to break free from the surface level. The dark-red pattern eventually faded to transparency, reflecting Mr. Jing’s image. The lines turned pitch-black and became three-dimensional, forming a dark frame. The originally delineated sun circle rose, supporting the bottom of the Memory Stone. Crystals grew on the surface of the sphere, eventually forming an all-encompassing ring of screens.

The stored memories began to play on it.

"My right hand is sealed with the fallen Evil Dragon, your evilness is ludicrous compared to mine! Become pitiful dust!"

"I don’t need a world without XXX! This painful world, I will be the one to destroy it!"

"Any last words? Because you are about to die at my hands very soon!"

"Wahahaha, with just a fraction of my true power, I could annihilate you all. Hey?! Don’t gang up on me, don’t you understand a fair fight?!"

In the footage, the Literary Society members were uttering lines that were highly recognizable, using the power of Holy Light to scatter the bewildered Liches. A head flew around in the air, still mumbling, "Isn’t 1000-7 supposed to be 993? I didn’t answer wrong."

Mr. Lyle felt extremely bad.

He easily recognized the source of those lines, as they all came from his own memory; and the thought of these Literary Society members showing off in this manner throughout Andrey made the public execution of his own dark history in front of all the Liches an absolute farce.

"I really want to be transported to Another World; I can’t stay here anymore."

"Plague Doctor! What happened to you? Are you okay? Why are you kneeling on the ground!" Raymond’s voice of concern rang out.

Lyle immediately sat back in his seat and calmly answered amidst the scrutiny of the Liches.

"Nothing’s wrong, Mr. Raymond. I was just deeply contemplating the true meaning of those sentences, lost in thought for a moment."

Raymond blessed Lyle with the Holy Light, the Angel of Light slightly perplexed.

"You don’t know the meaning of those words, Lyle? But didn’t you say that you single-handedly wrote the script for the Dream-making Flower? Shouldn’t those be fragments of your memory? Have you... suffered amnesia?"

Raymond’s question cast a shadow over Lyle’s face as he forced a far-fetched smile and scrambled to piece together a mask of dignity. With a slight frown, he fell silent for a while, as if pondering the possibility of Raymond’s words.

Lyle’s expression was uncertain as if even he was unsure about what he was about to say.

"I suppose I... don’t have those memories. I was only actively involved in part of the Dream-making Flower’s scriptwriting; the rest came entirely from my subconscious..."

"Are you saying there’s all this jumbled nonsense in your subconscious? Why?"

Lyle wrapped his arms around himself, his gaze drifting.

"I am... the offspring of an Evil God."

"I have a part of what I obtained from the Evil God..."

"Perhaps... this subconscious is what I inherited from the Evil God Triton..."

"The blind, foolish, indescribable, twisted knowledge..." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

I’m sorry, Triton.

The professors listening in secret had an epiphany, and a wave of exclamations followed.

They quickly believed the most outstanding student of Spirit Summoning Studies because his reasoning made some sense. Moreover, the state displayed by the members of the literary society in the footage was too strange and didn’t fit the logic of normal human behavior, attributing it to the ramblings of a madman, the fervent devotees of an Evil God, wasn’t unreasonable.

Of course, Raymond believed Lyle, the Purifier’s words; he was more concerned about Lyle’s safety.

"I see, then has this knowledge of the Evil God affected you? Your mental and physical health is the most important."

Lyle looked towards the central mirror, his gaze flickering.

"Of course not, I came of age long ago."

The courtroom projection paused, and after enjoying the literary society’s juvenile performance, Mr. Law leaned forward with both hands pressing against the plaintiff’s desk, as if to impose the weight of his authority on Mr. Dark.

"Mr. Dark, what are your thoughts on the members of the literary society regarding the atrocities committed in Andrey?"

Mr. Dark released his hands, stretched out his right hand with fingers splayed, then drew it back to shield his face.

"My thoughts? Of course, they are..."

The wings of the angel of Shadow unfolded from his back, cascading down to form a dashing cape. Mr. Dark wrapped his own wings around his body and then, with a vigorous shake, reveled in the exhilarating lift of the rising currents. Surely, his charisma had reached its peak.

"Of course, it’s explosively cool! Worthy of my club! No, from now on, the literary society is the true literary society!"

"This world! Everything in it! Shall tremble beneath my splendor!"

The native juvenile fantasists of Andrey resonated with those from Another World.