Chapter 530: Chapter 397: The Night Demon Prince’s Taste is Really Good! (Two in One 6000)_2

No one was more eager than he to legitimize his crown and the "Tri-Phantom Sun" with achievements and miracles. He longed to make all dissenters acknowledge him as the "divinely ordained sovereign," the chosen son to supplant Lancaster and establish his legitimate Kingdom!

Edward IV speculated about the mysterious "York Party group disappearance case" that had occurred in the Royal Capital two days prior. He believed it was because the Old Gods, unable to contend with the power of the "Holy Spirit," had inadvertently triggered the nearby "Touch of the Kraken" to run amok.

However, compared to Byron’s gains in the New Continent, the loss of the York Party was hardly worth mentioning.

To die for the Kingdom was their honor.

Byron’s performance this time was truly impressive, delivering to him the very thing he now most desired.

He didn’t hesitate to use the Law Network to connect with his [Prime Minister] and ordered:

"Please ask the Archbishop of Canterbury to formally petition the Holy See of the Saint Peter Cathedral to canonize Saint Byron!"

The title of [Saint] conveyed a prestigious status. It represented eligibility to attend the Council of the Divine Presence, a noble position just below the Pope, and was usually awarded only to clergy within the Church hierarchy.

However, the title of [Saint] was also given to exceptional individuals among the faithful, renowned worldwide for their outstanding contributions and devout faith. These individuals could be clergy or laity, and for non-clergy, it was the highest honor they could receive in the Church.

Although Saints held no actual authority, their position within the Church was comparable to that of a Cardinal Archbishop. The Torrent Castle Baron was deserving of such a title.

The hiatus for the New Continent sea routes was reportedly one month. This meant he could return to the colonies at the beginning of next month, or even teleport back to the Kingdom’s mainland using the Deep Sea Leap.

"I will invite the Baron to Ganquan Palace to be jointly awarded the honors of Count with Actual Authority and Saint by the Archbishop of Canterbury himself!"

Edward IV suddenly thought of something else and added a reminder:

"By the way, have someone ’protect’ all the relatives of my uncle, Fleet Marshal on the ’King Edward,’ Marquis of Norwich York. There must be no mistakes, understand?"

"Your Majesty’s command will be obeyed."

Quietly listening, Queen Elizabeth felt her heart stir.

She was not the least bit concerned with the sinister means Edward IV intended to employ to control the Ghost Ship. Instead, the image of a handsome, young man with an excellent reputation and extraordinary merit began to slowly materialize in her mind.

Then her thoughts drifted:

Our eldest daughter, Elizabeth York, seems to be only nine years apart from him. In two years’ time, she will be of marrying age. Perhaps she could be joined in matrimony with this outstanding young man...

Although the thought flashed by, it had already taken deep root in her heart.

Edward IV had just managed to settle his excitement and barely resumed his seat when another urgent report from the New Continent landed before him.

"Respected Sovereign, our venture ship, the ’Greyhound,’ did not head for the whaling grounds but inadvertently arrived at the West Coast of the New Continent. There, they discovered a Native Empire known as the ’Sun Empire.’

It was a political system where humans and gods coexisted, much like a Dragon Court from the Mythological Era. The ruler appeared to be both an emperor and an immortal deity.

Divine Title: [Sun God] Inti.

Moreover, the adventure team had unwittingly entered their Holy Lake during a sacrificial ritual. After suffering heavy losses, they obtained a key treasure: the [Sun Crown], said to hold the secrets to the Empire’s infinite Gold and the mystery of immortality."

One piece of good news after another heated Edward IV’s enthusiasm almost to the point where he found it difficult to maintain his regal composure.

He stood up again and began pacing back and forth.

Humans and gods living together? An emperor who is also a deity? And, just like my ’Tri-Phantom Sun,’ all worshipping the sun? How could a mere native become a deity, ruling a nation forever? Why not I, the great King Edward IV of Hightins?

He was already overseeing the "Immortality Project" to obtain the [Blood of Immortality], and at this moment, his lofty ambitions began to swell even further.

Only when he read that the ’Greyhound’ was currently being pursued by the Native Empire’s Transcendents did his brow furrow slightly. His first thought was of Byron, who was also in the New Continent.

With his track record of accomplishments, Byron should have no problem rescuing the ’Greyhound.’

Just as he thought to immediately use the colonial relay to contact Byron, he reconsidered:

The night is already deep. My loyal and selfless Holy Mr. Byron must still be striving and toiling for the grand affairs of the Kingdom of Hightins at this hour. I won’t disturb him now; it’s better to have him set off tomorrow. That is the kindness of a lord.

「Southern Continent, Chasm Trench.」

Just as Edward IV had imagined, Holy Mr. Byron had indeed spent the whole night "striving" and "toiling" until well after midnight.

The next day, when he woke and opened his eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. However, the smooth, sensuous softness in his arms had him firmly sealed to the bed.

It was both a physical and mental seal, giving him a firsthand understanding of the saying: "The pleasures of love are the undoings of great men."

Activating [Divine Sight], the scene in the bedroom lay open before his eyes.

The sun, already high, cast large swathes of golden light. It turned the spacious bedroom, with one entire wall of underwater French windows, into a dazzling and glittering sight, waves of light rendering it stunningly beautiful.

The floor was strewn with garments that Violet had ripped apart the day before, along with a damp bedsheet splattered with vivid plum blossoms.

The bed was covered with another sheet of the same kind, clearly changed mid-session. The silver silk blanket on their bodies failed to fully cover them both.

Violet’s slender arm and her long, creamy-white, smooth legs were all exposed. She lay like a docile kitten, her head resting on his shoulder.