The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 177 - 09: Turbulent Night (4)

Chapter 177: Chapter 09: Turbulent Night (4)

"Baby, it’s time for bed," Shelley said with a smile.

"But Mom, I don’t want to sleep yet," Little Richie said, lying on the bed.

"You won’t grow up if you don’t sleep."

"But I’m already growing so fast."

"Uh..." Shelley furrowed her brows, momentarily unsure of how to respond. It was her first time being a mother and she really had no experience, especially with such a unique child. *This left her in a dilemma.* "In any case, you need to sleep, alright? Or else... How about I tell you another story?"

With that, Shelley pulled a fairy-tale book from the bookshelf beside her.

"No need, Mom!" Richie quickly exclaimed, "I’ll sleep well!"

"You don’t like my storytelling?" Shelley pouted, puffing her cheeks in mock anger.

"No, Mom, it’s not that. I just... suddenly felt sleepy." Saying this, Richie pretended to yawn.

"Alright then, you sleep tight." Shelley put the fairy-tale book back, blew out the candle, and left the room.

Moonlight slanted in through the gaps in the curtains.

After Shelley closed the door and her footsteps faded away, Richie cautiously sat up.

"What were you saying to me just now?"

The Guardian Angel and Guardian Demon quickly appeared at Richie’s bedside.

Delia stammered, "Lord Saint... Lord Saint led the Silver Moon Knight Order up Church Court Mountain, capturing almost all the cardinals. He’s currently intervening in the papal election."

"Yes, that’s the news I received too," Sarina said, spreading her hands.

"Fantastic! Dad finally got the idea!" Little Richie cheered, "So what should we do now? Should we set off to support Dad?"

"I don’t think that’s a good idea, you still don’t know how to use flying magic," Sarina said helplessly.

"So, for such a big event, we can only miss out, and sit here waiting for news?"

"Yes." The Guardian Angel and Guardian Demon answered in unison.

Little Richie rolled his eyes and felt a bit deflated.

...

In her room, Shelley sat at her desk, quietly writing a letter.

"Gray, Richie is growing up so fast that I can barely keep up. But he is still very good and will surely grow up to be a great Holy Knight like you. Don’t worry about things at home; leave them to me..."

...

"No, I must intensify my magic studies so I can support Dad! Have you found the books I asked for?"

The Guardian Angel and Guardian Demon each took out a thick book and handed them to Richie. One was titled "Whispers of the Abyss," and the other "Sacred Murmurs."

Yes, if one wanted to systematically learn magic, one had to start with languages. Abyssal and Sanctuary languages were the most basic magical languages. Additionally, there were derived languages like "Ancient Elvish," the foundational "Dragon Tongue," the instinctual "Necrotic Speech," "Elemental Language," "Void Speak," "Chaotic Script"... In short, the process of learning magic was essentially a struggle with various intricate magical languages. This was why beings with powerful magic often lived for thousands of years and humans rarely achieved great magical accomplishments. Of course, if one had extremely high talent, the process accelerated.

Looking at the obscure and complex symbols, Little Richie, who had always considered himself smart, felt dizzy for the first time.

Gritting his teeth, under the night, the growing second-generation Lich hid in his room and began to study hard, wrestling with various magical languages.

Abod, floating outside the castle, was desperately sweating bullets.

...

Azlan Mountain.

The carrier pigeons that had flown out were beginning to return one by one.

"A vote for Lord Dominique."

"A vote for Lord Angelo."

"A vote for Lord Dominique."

"A vote for Lord Darren."

Carl read out each vote.

Gray listened quietly.

The cardinals listened cautiously.

The three candidates listened, sweating nervously.

Finally, the final result was revealed.

Carl read out loudly, "Lord Dominique has eleven votes, Lord Darren has forty-three votes, and Lord Angelo has eleven votes. Excluding the two voided votes from non-present cardinals, all ballots have been counted."

Carl loudly announced, "Lord Darren is elected as the 551st Pope with a high count of votes!"

"Congratulations, Lord Darren, you have been elected as you wished," Gray softly said.

Dominique and Angelo II both let out a sigh of relief.

The elected Darren IV instead screamed, "No—! This can’t be! I demand a recount! There’s no way I had that many supporters!"

"Lord Darren, there were only sixty-six votes in total. It is impossible for me to make a mistake," Carl said, spreading his hands.

Darren IV suddenly remembered something, quickly turning to look at the other cardinals, "You... You set me up to win on purpose!"

The hall was silent, with no cardinal expressing an opinion.

"You!" Darren IV trembled slightly, pointing at Dominique and Angelo II, who were sitting together.

Dominique spread his hands, "I supported you."

"So did I," Angelo II agreed.

"You’re getting back at me!"

"No, we just thought since you were on good terms with Lord Holy Knight, you were more suitable to be Pope."

"This is unfair! I just met him privately once, and we didn’t even reach any agreement!"

"It’s very fair!" Gray’s voice dominated over everyone else’s.

Turning around, Darren IV stared at Gray with wide, trembling eyes.