The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 80 - 14: Night of Dreams (2)

Chapter 80: Chapter 14: Night of Dreams (2)

The moonlight shone slantingly on Yilin’s windowsill, pierced through the glass, and fell on her desk.

She sat at her desk, lit a candle, and lowered her head to write.

"The situation in Lion King City seems to be growing more complex. In the near future, there may be a storm. I need to handle this carefully."

"The King is suspicious of me, but I think, slowly, he will come to understand. The Beisher Family has already taken back everything that belongs to them. I have no interest in his throne."

"The other two Dukes are making moves. However, as long as I don’t get involved and ensure that the King’s forces remain strong, they shouldn’t act rashly."

"Gray..." Yilin’s pen halted for a moment. Lifting her head, she happened to see a silver moon and instantly smiled with relief. She continued writing: "No matter what, he will stand on the side of justice. As long as he is around, there shouldn’t be any big problems."

"The Allen Kingdom is stirring, the two Dukes are stirring, and the King is also stirring. But, if we handle this carefully, we can surely avoid this unnecessary internal strife..."

Downstairs in another room, Shelley sat on the sofa, propped her chin up, and almost fell asleep while rubbing her eyes incessantly.

Dean the Priest paced back and forth, his face filled with anxiety.

"A whole day has passed, and I haven’t even seen the Holy Knight yet. This is bad. Where exactly has His Majesty the King taken him?"

"Why are you looking for Gray?" Shelley asked groggily.

"Oh... it’s nothing, just to discuss something," Dean said guiltily.

"Will it take long?"

"If everything goes smoothly, it shouldn’t take long."

"Don’t worry. Gray usually doesn’t refuse others’ requests. So, when you see him, you should be able to talk quickly."

"Really? That’s great." Dean wiped his sweat hastily, smiling awkwardly.

At this moment, none of them knew that at the top of the Pearce Cathedral bell tower, visible from the window, two demons were staring at them from afar.

Zeda turned his face to look in another direction.

...

Gently pushing open the door, Count Gruglu saw seven or eight people sitting around in the dark room.

At the center was Duke Tangjis, with his obese body, over fifty years old, a rough beard, thick gold chain, and rings on all ten fingers.

Seeing Count Gruglu, he immediately smiled, raised his wine glass, and said, "Let’s welcome the future father-in-law of the Holy Knight."

"Welcome!" Everyone else raised their glasses and smiled at Count Gruglu.

"Oh no, it should be the father of the future father-in-law of the Holy Knight," Duke Tangjis added.

These people, logically, should not be in Lion King City at this time. However, they were indeed there. If not for the King’s enfeoffment ceremony, then what were they here for?

Count Gruglu was stunned, his eyes widened, and he held his breath.

Duke Fernandes stood behind him and whispered, "You don’t need to show yourself. No one will know that you joined us. Just help us at the critical moment, and we can guarantee that the Gruglu family will gain even more land than they have now."

Silence, a long silence. The smiles on the faces of those holding their glasses became a bit stiff due to the prolonged silence.

However, after a while, Count Gruglu took a deep breath and finally stepped into the room.

"To our shared future, cheers!" Duke Tangjis shouted aloud.

"Cheers!"

Instantly, everyone cheered.

Outside the window, at the same Pearce Cathedral, Tavia and Zeda, two demons, were secretly peeping with extraordinary eyesight.

...

Another part of Lion King City.

On the rooftop, Catherine was already trembling with anger.

Across from her, Vivian, sitting on a chimney, played with a small ball in her hand, her gaze filled with provocation.

"If I were you, I wouldn’t have invited me here because there’s nothing to discuss between a demon and an angel."

"You promised me you wouldn’t expose Gray’s identity!"

"Yes, I did. Did I reveal him? No."

"But you are urging him to expose his identity!"

"No, I’m not. In fact, I’m merely guiding him to see the truth of the world."

"He is just a child! He understands nothing and might really do as you say!"

"You know he’s a child?" Vivian’s smile faded as she coldly said: "Isn’t it shameful to tempt an inexperienced child into believing in the Holy Spirit?"

"You!" Catherine was furious, her mouth open, yet she could not utter a word.

Pausing for a moment, Vivian continued, "Faith that can’t withstand trials, is that sincere faith? I’m helping him grow. Our demons’ faith is much simpler, ’the strong are respected, the fittest survive,’ without all your rules. If you defeat us, we will willingly accept the arrangement of the Holy Spirit. Unfortunately, you haven’t done that. We’ve waited thousands of years, and you haven’t done that. Do you truly believe he has faith in the Holy Spirit?"

Catherine’s eyes widened, and she stared fiercely at Vivian.

With a slight smile, Vivian softly said, "What he believes in is merely a dream. A dream he imagined. Or rather, a dream... you fabricated for him. You’re hoping he’ll forever wear his armor, be your Holy Knight, immersed in the dream. But he doesn’t truly want that. This dream was never real. Heaven has never been as he imagined, and the sacred faith is not as beautiful. We both know this. One day, when he uncovers the veil with his own hands and sees the truth of the dream, he will return to darkness and become the lich he once was. Then I’ll have completed my task, and you can report back. Ultimately, we won’t lose anything. Isn’t that right?"

With a "snap!" the small ball encircling Vivian’s forefinger dropped into her palm. She gracefully jumped off the chimney, smiling as she said, "Well, you’ve probably finished saying what you wanted to. I must go back now. After all, I can’t leave my charge for too long. The time to test him is drawing near, hehe..."

With a bout of laughter, Vivian’s figure slowly vanished until she disappeared completely.

On the rooftop, only Catherine remained standing, dazed and clenching her fists, feeling a bit at a loss.

The night breeze gently blew, making the feathers on her wings sway lightly in the wind.

...

Zeda retracted his gaze.

Standing at the highest point of Lion King City, he could overlook the entire city. Every movement of every person could not escape his perception.

Finally, he turned his gaze to yet another direction.

...

On a long street, Gray rode slowly on horseback.

Following beside him were the King’s carriage and a large group of guards.

The Black Cat said softly, "Honestly, this dream isn’t easy. The hardest part is that only when you lift the mask can you know the answer. Maybe they were worshiping you one moment, then drawing their swords the next. No one has ever done this before. If you make a mistake, there won’t be a second chance."

"Then let’s just do our best with everything."

"But how do you plan to do that? Do you know what to do?"

"I don’t know, but at least I know my goal, don’t I? As long as I head in the right direction, I will eventually reach the destination."

"So, what about tomorrow? I mean, what do you plan to do tomorrow? Don’t you think that question is more practical?"

"Tomorrow, hmm... I don’t know either. When you don’t know how to proceed, just do good deeds, help others, continue to uphold the chivalric spirit, and follow the sacred faith, just like before."

"If just adhering to knightly virtues and following the sacred faith could achieve this great goal, I think the church would assign someone to help every elderly person every day."

"I don’t know... I still need to think. But standing steadfastly on the side of justice is never wrong."

"Let’s hope so."

The ideal was beautiful, the reality was harsh. Clearly, this issue was too difficult for a lich. Gray was so puzzled that he started tapping his helmet.

The King, cautiously watching him through the carriage window, whispered to his attendant, "As long as I control the Holy Knight, everything will be fine. No one will want to confront a Holy Knight. The church won’t tear their face with him, nor will Yilin. Even the Allen Kingdom has to consider twice. Everyone will."

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are right."

"But we haven’t entirely controlled him yet. You need to think of more ways to surprise him tomorrow. Today was successful in general, but I want him to feel surprised every time he sees me, to make him like me. Understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I understand."

"Quick, think!"

"Yes!"

The team continued to move forward slowly.

...

"It wasn’t easy, but I finally got everything ready." Looking towards Gray, Zeda slowly exhaled.

"What did you prepare?" Tavia asked.

"A grand show." Zeda’s mouth curled into a slight smile as he softly said: "Vivian is merely a decoy, a trap to completely bind the Guardian Angel to his side. This way, the Guardian Angel won’t have time to pay attention to external schemes. At the same time, it can also guide the lich at the right moment."

"Standing firmly on the side of justice is, of course, correct. But, what if justice is absent? Which side will you stand on? Or, if no one stands by your side, can you still stand firmly? Emotional ties are the greatest driving force towards sanctity, but they can also be the greatest obstacle. When you cause an outcome that no one wants to see, do you still represent sanctity?"

Saying this, Zeda finally turned his face towards Lion King City and gently moved his finger.

From his perch, he could see three palace servants fussing with hay in the stables. Suddenly, one clutched his stomach and ran off.

"Hey, where are you going? We’re not done!" No sooner had those words left his mouth, another felt a sharp pain in his stomach. "I can’t take it! I need the restroom!"

Dropping his pitchfork, he dashed towards the latrine.

"How can that be? Two people needing the restroom at the same time? Good thing I just..." The last servant’s expression twisted in shock. "Damn, what’s going on?"

Before he finished speaking, he too clutched his stomach and ran off.

Only the blond boy remained in the stable, standing there helplessly.

"Hey! The King and the Holy Knight are back. Someone come and take the reins! Hurry!" A distant voice called out.

The blond boy was so startled he dropped his tool and ran in the direction of the voice.