The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 110 - 38: Black and White (5) (Second Update)_2

Chapter 110: Chapter 38: Black and White (5) (Second Update)_2

"Yes, we can win, but it will be difficult. Of course, we might lose as well."

"But just now you clearly said we would win."

"Did you see that pendant around his neck? That’s from the era of Krimasha—it must be a magical artifact. Its power is unclear. If he activates it, you’re very likely to lose. Even if you win, your identity will definitely be exposed. You can’t just wear armor and take the easy victory like before."

"My identity exposed? Then what do I do? What if I add Jones and Dora to help?"

"You better not count on those two kids; they’re useless. They probably can’t even stand against that necklace."

...

Pearce Cathedral.

On the balcony, Dean steeled himself and moved forward, shutting his eyes and carefully tracing a cross across his chest. He whispered, "Forgive me, my Lord. Your servant... is simply following his heart."

Then, taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and, following the mercenary leader’s instructions, declared loudly, "Holy Knight Gray was once a great Holy Knight. But, regrettably, he has now been tempted by the demon and fallen into darkness. I share your sorrow. However, the Holy Spirit has not abandoned us. Now, it has sent forth Benedict II, our yet-to-be-crowned king, to return and save Isaac, to save us all, and deliver us from sinking into darkness! We should embrace him, respect him, and honor him as king!"

Saying this, Dean raised Benedict II’s hand high in the air.

However...

There was no cheering, no applause. The civilians below the balcony simply stared, as if watching a clown. Or worse, something less amusing than a clown—they were all wearing expressions as if they were constipated, the kind that made them look like they were watching an idiot.

Dean and Benedict II stood awkwardly, staring back at the civilians below, the tension unbearably humiliating.

The mercenary leader couldn’t wait any longer. He shoved Dean aside, raised Benedict II’s hand himself, and shouted, "This is your king! Hear me clearly: only he is the one church-approved King Isaac! King Isaac! Starting today, King Isaac has returned!"

With a slap-like sound, an egg hit the mercenary leader’s face squarely. He instinctively wanted to draw his sword, but after swallowing hard, he stopped halfway, slowly sheathed it again. He saw more civilians had already picked up stones from the ground.

"Damn it. That damn Holy Knight has ruined everything. Even the church doesn’t carry authority anymore. Without an army, how can we prop this incompetent up onto the throne?"

"Who are you calling incompetent?" Benedict II glared angrily at the mercenary leader.

"Who else but you?" The mercenary leader snarled. "A king with no soldiers, nothing at all! They’re handing you the throne, and you can’t even climb up to sit on it!"

"You!" Grinding his teeth, Benedict II boldly stepped up onto the balcony railing, yelling hysterically, "The Holy Knight was seduced by demons into abolishing the new policies! Support me, and the reforms will remain unchanged! I... I will continue giving you money, continue enforcing lenient laws! Do you understand? As long as you support me, raise your hands! You’ll get what you want!"

The people poised to throw stones paused in surprise.

"Raise your hands for me! Cheer for me! If he can do it, so can I!"

"Is what he’s saying true? The reforms will continue?" someone asked cautiously.

"No way... He’s that good-hearted?" another person questioned in doubt.

Some were already hesitating and raising their hands.

"Very good!" Benedict II pointed at one young man and exclaimed, "You’re the first to support me! From now on, you’re my Chamberlain!"

More people raised their hands.

"You’re my Minister of Procurement now! And you, I grant you the title of knight! You, you’re too old, but that’s fine—I’ll give you ten gold coins, right now!"

In his flurry, Benedict II tried to take out the only gold coins he had on him, almost falling off the balcony in the process. Luckily, the mercenary leader acted quickly to catch and hold him.

People raised their hands one after another. The oppressive atmosphere dispersed, replaced by deafening cheers that shook the entire Lion King City.

"How’s this? I can’t climb onto the throne?" Benedict II glared viciously at the mercenary leader holding him, his expression verging on madness.

"You did well. I take back what I said." The mercenary leader replied with an equally unhinged grin.

...

"What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to make a move?"

"Delaying time? Or maybe, there aren’t enough corpses here, making it unsuitable for an Undead Mage to fight—you want to change the location? Or perhaps, you’re just a coward? A Holy Knight in name only?"

"You don’t stand a chance against me, really. Under normal circumstances, you couldn’t possibly win against me. Besides, I have Krimasha’s pendant in my hand; it triples my magic power, while you’ve already deployed a hundred Undead Knights. You’re completely outmatched. Hahahahaha."

"I strongly urge you to seriously consider my proposal. If you just bow to the church, all problems will be resolved. Isn’t that better?"

Andrew kept provoking, but eventually, he realized something was off, because Gray was completely silent.

"Are you even listening to me?!" Andrew shouted fiercely.

"What did you just say?" Gray quickly raised his head.

"You damn Undead Mage, daring to ignore me!" Andrew roared, revealing his wand as a surge of green magic power swirled rapidly in his palm.

"No, I wasn’t ignoring you. On the contrary, I take you very seriously." Gray replied earnestly. "I was merely consulting."

"Consulting?" Hearing the word, Andrew immediately became alert, scanning his surroundings cautiously. "There are others here?"

"There are no people, but others—yes, indeed." Gray said softly.

Before Andrew could grasp the meaning of Gray’s words, Gray bent slightly as his Black Cat squeezed out through the gaps in his back armor and leapt to the ground: "I’m here."

"A Ghost Cat? Are you kidding me?" Andrew’s lips curled into a slow smile.

"And I’m here too." Another voice sounded.

Andrew whirled around. Immediately, the faint smile he had just managed to muster froze stiff. Hovering in the moonlight behind him was a petite and enchanting figure, smiling at him with captivating eyes.

"Succu... Succu... Succ..."

"Succubus." Vivian blinked playfully, reminding him, "You’re shocked a demonic ally is working with a Holy Knight? Young fairy, your imagination isn’t colorful enough. Also, as a villain, you talk way too much—you’re unqualified."

Andrew’s face twisted entirely.

Who would have thought? The church had promised him angels wouldn’t intervene, yet here he was—facing a demon.