Chapter 153: You’re Not Coveting My Body, Are You?

Chapter 153: You’re Not Coveting My Body, Are You?

Seeing the King and Louis conversing in the official language of the Cloud Kingdom, many nobles couldn’t help but start discussing among themselves.

Frankischko also fell into deep thought.

This ‘Minor Deity’ before her was definitely related to that Deep Sea God.

Of course, it was also possible he was a Faceless One… with that level of skill, and having the time to stay in Blackhorn Alley during that period, aside from her own teacher Oliver, it was this person before her now.

But whoever he was, he must have some connection with that North Sea King.

She didn’t know why he had come here.

She had heard that these kinds of ‘god-second-generation’ really liked to travel around in mortal guise—something called experiencing the mortal world.

Or perhaps… Frankischko gave her daughter a strange look.

‘Could it be that my well-behaved little baby, when summoning with the Book of Fate, summoned such a Prince or Dragon, and then signed some kind of contract?’

Frankischko’s expression grew even stranger.

When she first met Ign, it was a casual lark of Ign’s at age fourteen. Back then, that tall and handsome young clockmaker’s apprentice had just inherited the throne and had just learned magic existed in this world. So the curious teenager, while flipping through ancient texts left by King Isolda, had some court Wild Wizards hastily draw a few Magic Circles to summon Demons, and ended up summoning her.

Her family did indeed have Demon blood. Back then, she really wasn’t much different from a Demon.

At the time, she thought she had been summoned from another world and was overjoyed, believing she was about to become a transmigrator in this world. Who would have thought it was just such a big misunderstanding?

What Frankischko never expected was that after she agreed to grant him one small wish, that little brat who had already seen her true form actually trembled and spoke such a cowardly sentence amidst his shivering wish.

“You, you could, could you… marry me?”

[A stream of internal monologue filled with immense shock and intense admiration.]

Frankischko was utterly stunned back then.

Naturally, she had refused him and told him he had offended a Demon God and would never get a wife in this lifetime.

Looking at the little brat about to cry, the Great Demon King of that time was inwardly delighted.

How could I possibly be your wife?

Even your great-grandfather, the Isolda Witch King, when he was trying to curry favor with my teacher and pursuing me, got swatted aside by me. You little Muggle, this little brat over three hundred years younger than me, still coveting my body here? Wanting me to be your wife?

Dream on!

It was sheer delusion!

Tch…

Stuart’s low reminder snapped Frankischko out of her reverie.

It seemed Prince Nephar had returned from the Noble Wizards.

This matter couldn’t wait.

Frankischko glanced at Louis, who was whispering something to Ocris, and the nobles chatting and laughing around them. She signaled Stuart to dismiss the nobles, then gave a slight nod to Louis, asking him to wait a moment.

Louis and Ocris moved aside.

“What did you and my father just talk about?” Ocris was full of questions. The Court Wizards around them also looked over curiously.

Louis fell into thought.

The reason wizards all over the world burned books was their fear that Forbidden Studies still existed in this world. If everyone knew a Forbidden Archmage had appeared, the consequences were unimaginable—becoming the world Boss.

Frankischko had once been such a public enemy of the world, and she was saddled with the stigma of a Dark Lord. It made everything she did fraught with obstacles, forcing her to eventually erase the name ‘Frankischko’ from the world to get a clean slate.

Frankischko had reason to worry, and he had no intention of becoming some world Boss either.

He was a transmigrator here to save the world! How could he take on stigmas like Dark Lord or Great Demon King?

His mention of being a Minor Deity today was precisely to cleanse his identity.

But the ‘Sea Quelling King’ was a pampered super rich second-generation + official second-generation + noble second-generation, also here to experience the mortal world. How would he cause trouble using the identity of a Faceless One, and how could he possibly be a Great Demon King?

Even if he posed as a Faceless One, it was just for fun, wanting to challenge the famous wizards in Blackhorn Alley. What other bad intentions could he have?

If, however, Frankischko now knew he was a Forbidden Archmage, her first thought would be ‘big brother, stay away from me.’

But the identity of a Sea King was much more reassuring.

As for the matter of the Book of Fate—he was a Long Aotian summoned from the Cloud Kingdom by Ocris, not a Foreigner Archmage.

And the magic he used was all Cloud Kingdom spells, not things the wizards were desperately trying to eradicate—what he knew, everyone in the Cloud Kingdom knew. If you have the ability, go and destroy the Cloud Kingdom.

Having figured this out, Louis thought it would be okay to give Ocris a heads-up. He glanced at the surrounding Court Wizards. He calmly said to Ocris.

“Oh, the North Sea King is actually a deity, sort of… sort of a relative of mine in the Cloud Kingdom. Your mother knew the North Sea King back then, your father also knew…” Louis raised his voice and explained the situation broadly.

Many Court Wizards’ mouths fell open. They looked at each other with sudden understanding—a child of an Ancient God!

No wonder he called us all trash this morning. And called the Nephar people little lizards.

Their gazes couldn’t help but grow fervent—damn, we need to get closer to him in the future, can’t let just those Wild Wizards take advantage.

Seeing Ocris nodding with a blank face, Louis leaned close to Ocris’s ear and said, “Actually, I’m the Prince you summoned!”

“Oh, oh.” Ocris nodded expressionlessly.

[Did this guy overhear this from Helen or Sister Stia?]

[He was… really similar today.]

[But this guy… what does he want to do by impersonating this identity now?]

Louis: “???”

Ocris suddenly looked at Louis with that look in her eyes—you’re not coveting my body, are you?

Louis frowned, a bit displeased.

“Hey, Your Highness, look at what you’re saying, what bad intentions could I possibly have?”

Louis leaned in closer, wanting to explain. As he leaned in, Ocris suddenly felt something rod-like poking her leg. She looked down, then her mouth fell open as she looked at Louis. She hastily took a step back, looking at this student she’d watched grow up with that same very alert look—you really are coveting my body!

[It seems the jig is up.]

Louis: “…”

Perhaps Prince Nephar said something to the King and Queen over there, because the ministers around the King suddenly started buzzing with discussion.

Louis and Ocris were distracted and looked over there.

Seeing her stepmother also looking at her with a faint, knowing smile, Ocris’s heart suddenly sank.

Delphinia chuckled inwardly.

The Nephar representative had come this time on behalf of the entire Dragon Clan, wanting to establish deeper ties with humans. And this was also the general trend.

The Isolda Family had many wizards, but there hadn’t been a Dragon Knight for several hundred years.

Yet this Princess from the Muggle royal family, by a twist of fate in her childhood, had become entangled with a dragon’s destiny. She became a Dragon Knight.

The two were destined to be together for life. A ceremony was definitely required.

And they would inevitably become the link between the Dragon Clan and humanity.

Ocris was irreplaceable; she had no right to choose her future.

What good was that guy being such a good driver? What use was his strong personal power?

Anyone who tried to stop this would be opposing the entire Isolda Family and the entire Black Dragon Clan.

Thinking this, Delphinia couldn’t help but look at Prince Nephar and the Princess.

The new generation of the Black Dragon Clan had a very noble lineage. The Prince and Princess were also the most doted-on of this Dragon Clan generation. Especially the Princess; whatever she said, her great-grandfather would agree.

Although some of the Dragon Clan’s conditions were a little, well, slightly absurd, a Dragon Knight and a dragon forming a happy union—from any perspective, that wasn’t a problem, right?

Right?

At that moment, perhaps Prince Nephar said something, because the ministers suddenly started arguing fiercely. Earl Crowley and a few others argued until their faces were red and necks thick. Archbishop Alwyn was also hopping mad, cursing it as absurd and lashing out at the bill recently passed by Parliament.

But they were not only few in number and held little sway, but their stance was also politically incorrect.

In contrast, the nobles and ministers from Parliament were not only numerous and powerful, but each was also holding the latest legal bill, cursing the Bishop and Crowley and others for having problematic values—what era is this? People still say such things? Utterly laughable!

Moreover, the King currently had no designated heir and also had a son. What’s wrong with marrying off a daughter?

Perhaps someone from Earl Crowley’s side said something else, as some words seemed to anger the Nephar Princess who had remained silent until now.

The Black Dragon Princess Annabel seemed rather angry. Her face turned pale with fury, and her whole body trembled. “This makes me angry, cold, and tremble! You are discriminating!”

Delphinia and Frankischko both nodded deeply in agreement.

Louis blinked, somewhat puzzled as he looked at Annabel. He noticed Annabel was actually gazing at the human King ‘Ign’ with a look of admiration and worship, speaking loudly and confidently, seemingly trying to capture his attention.

Louis’s mouth fell open. Then he nodded in realization.

Well, Frankischko had immense personal charisma. Since people didn’t know she was a woman, it was normal for a girl to admire Frankischko.

Opposites attract, after all.

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