King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 887 - 887 875 The Three Most Honorable Princesses

Chapter 887: Chapter 875: The Three Most Honorable Princesses Chapter 887: Chapter 875: The Three Most Honorable Princesses “Dad, can this mark be removed?” After recounting his tragic experience, Aeolus looked at his father with a face full of hope. He had never suffered such an indignity in his life.

Although the schoolwork was extremely heavy, he felt okay after adapting to it. But the experience the mark gave him was terrible: every time he was pulled into the Spiritual World, he was killed by a swordsman in grey. It truly felt unbearable to be executed on time every day.

“This mark is very special.” Pretending not to know, Muria reached for his son’s wrist, and a semi-transparent mental power materialized, flowing from his forehead into the mark on his son’s wrist.

Boom——

The familiar feeling of being forcefully pulled into consciousness appeared. Aeolus’s expression tightened as the desolate world where he had been killed seven times reappeared; however, this time, when he appeared, the blinding white sword light that used to cover his vision was not there.

“Father!” Aeolus exclaimed in surprise as he looked at his father beside him, who appeared refined and wore crystal glasses on his nose. His father’s demeanor and appearance were no different from when he was sitting on the sofa outside, except the book in his hand had now been replaced by a long sword.

“Is this the Spiritual World you spoke of? It looks quite nice!” Muria, who had created the Sword’s Mark, surveyed his surroundings. He had experienced this mark before giving it to his son.

“Be careful!” Aeolus shouted loudly as the swordsman in grey, who had become his nightmare, appeared opposite them and swung his sword toward his father.

“Is this the toy that killed you seven times?” Muria laughed in response to his son’s yell, not even turning his head but merely extending his long sword.

Then, from the point where Muria swung his sword, a Sword Qi appeared. It rapidly multiplied and expanded, eventually unleashing a storm of Sword Qi that engulfed the swordsman in grey.

“This is just a Spirit Imprint left by a swordsman. As long as your swordsmanship is stronger than his, you can easily defeat him! Every time you are instantly killed without even a chance to resist, it shows that your sword skills are far inferior to his.”

After slaying the swordsman in grey across from him, Muria looked at the stunned Aeolus and said with a meaningful smile. As he spoke, another well-dressed swordsman materialized out of thin air.

“The mark you’ve received seems to have more than one swordsman’s Spirit Imprint!” Seeing the new swordsman opposite him, Muria laughed and swung his sword again.

…In the desolate world, Aeolus admired his father, who took three strokes to explode a colossal figure wielding a Heavy Sword.

“Number 316!” Aeolus silently counted in his heart; this was how many swordsmen’s imprints his father had destroyed since entering this mark’s world.

From the initial one-stroke kills to now requiring three strokes to defeat the opponent, this stark change made Aeolus realize that the strength of the swordsmen appearing later was greater.

And judging by today’s first swordsman, who could easily torment him to death, his father seemed to be an extraordinarily skilled and powerful figure.

…”Father, you are so awesome!” For the first time, Aeolus, who was not annihilated in consciousness, emerged from the mark and opened his eyes, looking excitedly at his father.

He saw his father defeat the 372nd swordsman’s imprint with nine strokes, causing the entire Desolate World to begin collapsing. This unbeatable prowess in breaking through the whole mark’s world left Aeolus in endless admiration.

“Of course, I am your dad. How could I not be awesome?” Muria said proudly, tilting his head and looking at Michaela, who appeared speechless.

“But… why hasn’t the mark disappeared?” However, Aeolus’s admiration soon froze, as he noticed the sword-shaped imprint was still intact on his wrist, although its glow seemed somewhat dimmer.

“This mark belongs to you. You’ll likely need to break through it yourself if you want it to disappear. It probably doesn’t count if I do it,” Muria said with a smile, observing Aeolus’s expression of collapse.

“Then Dad, since it can’t disappear on its own, can you help me strip it off?” Aeolus asked with hope. His father was so powerful he should be able to solve his problem, right?

“Why strip it off? This is an excellent tool for honing your swordsmanship. You have no idea how many swordsmen long for such a thing. You’ve stumbled upon great luck in the maze; you should cherish it,” Muria said, looking at his son oddly and then sternly reprimanding him.

“Oh!” Aeolus agreed dejectedly. He had just watched his father slaughter his way through the whole mark’s world. Indeed, it felt great. But if he were to do it himself, when could he match his father’s capability?

Keep in mind that just the first swordsman could easily kill him instantly. After defeating him, there would be a second, a third… In total, 372 swordsmen left their Spirit Imprints in this Sword’s Mark. To defeat them was incredibly challenging. And without defeating them, he would be killed. Thinking of this, Aeolus felt his future was bleak.

…Time quietly passed, and before long, Aeolus went from an elementary school student to a middle school student. His life didn’t change much. Middle school was somewhat more intense than elementary, but it was still within Aeolus’s capacity, allowing him to maintain perfect scores in all subjects.

However, every time he got a perfect score, there were always a group of peers who tied for first place with him, which made Aeolus always feel very ordinary.

The only thing that made Aeolus feel slightly special was that every evening, on the dot, he would be killed spiritually! In fact, Aeolus had gotten used to it, as this kind of death was just a mental illusion, not real death.

Living with being killed every night, Aeolus had not yet realized that his mental will had been refined to an almost indestructible level. Ordinary mind control and charm had no effect on him.

Meanwhile, in Aoelus’s own assessment, his practical experience was somewhat richer than that of his classmates because he would be transported into the maze every week by the Rune Sword that he simply couldn’t discard, stay there for a night, and then be transported back before dawn.

His weekly trips to the maze had made Aeolus so familiar with it that he went from barely struggling to survive to being able to hunt down weaker labyrinth monsters.

“Dad, Mom!” The tall and straight teenager returned home, called out to his parents, and immediately his attention fell on his mother, or more precisely, on his mother’s bulging belly.

“It’s been three years now, how much longer before my sister is born?” Aeolus, looking at his mother’s bulging belly, showed a hint of disappointment and anticipation on his face.

He remembered when he first started middle school, his father told him he would have a sister; however, now that he was about to graduate from middle school, his sister still hadn’t been born, which made Aeolus particularly disappointed, he was very eager for the birth of his sister.

Because before long, he would be leaving Holy Flame City to attend high school in another city. When that time came, he would be far from home and would no longer see his sister about to be born.

“It will be soon, it won’t be much longer before your sister is born. What’s the rush!” Muria, sitting on the couch, gave a glance at her son.

“I’m about to go to high school!”

“Oh, probably around the time you start high school is when your sister will be born.”

“Ah!” Regret was clear on Aeolus’s face; he regretted that he wouldn’t be able to see his sister the moment she was born.

“What are you sighing for? High school isn’t without vacations. When your high school vacation comes, you can come back and see your sister.”

“Oh!”

…

“Dad, Mom, I’m leaving!” Aeolus, who had packed all his personal belongings, stood at the door and bid farewell to his parents, who sat calmly in the living room.

“Yeah, go ahead, I will transfer your living expenses to your magic crystal card promptly every month.” Muria, sitting on the sofa, still had his back to his son, waving his hand impatiently. He was now preparing to devote his energy to becoming a nursing dad.

“Oh!” Aeolus, who had not waited for his sister’s birth, left home with regret, boarded the magic coach going to the Floating ship port, and took a floating ship to another large city.

“This kid, we’ve finally raised him until he can live independently!” When Aeolus closed the door of his family’s villa, Muria relaxed and tossed aside the newspaper in his hand, as his attire changed rapidly.

“En, I’ve noticed that since I got pregnant, you have been paying less and less attention to Aeolus!” Right when Aeolus left home, Michaela’s pregnant belly quickly flattened. Even after being pregnant with three, her physique wouldn’t change like that of a mortal.

“So big already, why should I still pay so much attention to him? He’s not a little child anymore. Come on, Mija, let’s go back to Westropus to rest. A couple of clones left here will do!”

“According to the dragon’s age classification, Aeolus is still just a baby dragon!”

“A baby dragon is also a dragon!” Muria responded.

“Right, when our daughter is born, how do you plan to raise her? The same as Aeolus?”

“How could that be?” Muria’s expression suddenly underwent a huge change, “How could a girl endure such hardship? When they are born, I will announce to the whole world that I have three lovely daughters! I will throw the grandest party for their birth, and they will become the most revered princesses in the world!”

“You’re too biased!” Michaela defended her eldest son, her daughters weren’t even born yet, and Muria was already so biased. Upon their birth, her eldest son might just be pushed aside by Muria.