Chapter 4 - 2: The Possibility of Tears Behind Bars

The next day.

After spending the whole night researching the game panel, Kael was almost sealed by his blanket until noon.

Thank goodness, the game panel from "Gate of the Netherworld" was still there! And from the information received from the system, it seemed that the arrival of those idiotic players wasn’t far off.

I just didn’t know if the unique power-raising methods of the players had changed.

However, the evaluation from the game panel had many points that could be criticized.

In short, the original body’s death could be summed up as...

Not willing to have fun with others, deciding to have fun alone, losing control, and dying from excessive fun!

No wonder I was so weak now, the rapid development period after the awakening of my bloodline required a lot of high-quality essence to supplement the bloodline’s advancement.

As a result, the original body refused to absorb others’ essence and instead suffered the drawbacks of bloodline advancement, ending up with many internal injuries. It would be a miracle if it wasn’t weak!

By the time I went downstairs, Old White had already prepared lunch in the kitchen.

Just when Kael was leisurely enjoying the decadence of the nobility, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar roar from outside.

"It’s a griffin," Old White said to Kael. "Young master, I’ll go take a look. Please stay in the living room and don’t move."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Kael’s expression was subtle, feeling as if he was being taken advantage of.

Within two minutes, Old White came back and said softly, "It’s Lord Fox from the Bronze Cross with some business. Young master, please go to the inner room to change your clothes."

Upon hearing this, Kael found it odd. After all, besides temple worship days and harvest festivals, he barely saw anyone from the Lionheart Knights.

The Lionheart Battle Group was divided by function into the Bronze Cross guarding the city-states, the Iron Cross waging war against external enemies, and the Golden Cross protecting the lord.

The most elite and loyal members would be promoted to the Royal Capital, becoming the core strength of the Lionheart Battle Group - the Glory Knights.

Fox’s Bronze Cross and his father’s Iron Cross didn’t have much contact; in the Royal Capital, Fox had never visited his home.

If it weren’t for Kael’s good memory, remembering his father mentioning this person in his early years, he wouldn’t even recall his name.

Today’s sudden visit must mean something serious had happened.

Thinking of this, Kael quickly stood up and went to the inner room to change clothes.

…

In the inner room, in front of the full-length mirror.

He changed into a clean mage’s robe and hung an old leather-bound book by his side.

The reflection in the mirror showed a somewhat haggard beauty. That handsome face had a pair of bright eyes occasionally flashing with a thoughtful look.

He subconsciously touched his cheek.

The beautiful figure in the mirror gently held up his cheek, looking somewhat puzzled.

So good-looking, truly worthy of me!

While changing, he thought back on the information about the Lionheart Battle Group, frowning slightly.

As the violent force of this duchy and the largest lawful power in this federation, the Lionheart Knights with their griffins were never friendly towards the evil gods and the races often associated with them.

As a mixed-blood incubus, if he fell into their hands after committing some wrongdoing, it would be very likely that he would be killed outright.

No wonder he felt guilty; in his past life, when in the game, Kael had chosen to become a demon and had faced them a few times.

Were they here to deal with me?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Kael dismissed this option without hesitation.

Although he didn’t know how his father, bound by the Lionheart Knights’ treaty, had gotten involved with an incubus.

And he didn’t understand how the public trial committee of the duchy that always excluded abyss creatures had allowed a mixed-blood incubus into the Royal Capital.

Nor did he get how the Secret Scroll Mage Academy in the Royal Capital dared to admit an abyss child with disqualified political screening into an institution cultivating elite federation mages.

In any case, they were all his people, so he should be reassured....

What a joke!

Wasn’t this just a template for the death of the son of a big shot in the Federation Army, caught in a scandal of power and sex, being placed in a prestigious school through illegal channels?

If this was found out, wouldn’t he face execution a hundred times over?

No, he might not even last until the execution!

After all, with such an enchanting appearance, he would end up as the main course if he entered prison. What would happen if those inmates targeted him?

He wouldn’t risk his safety to test those criminals’ self-control.

Thinking of this, as he walked towards the living room, his eyes became stern.

Should he attempt to kill them preemptively?

But... given the average level of LV12 of the Lionheart Battle Group, trying to kill them preemptively would be difficult! Difficult! Difficult!

Wouldn’t he die even before starting his mission?

No, he had to find a way to deceive this person!

He recalled the original Kael’s memories and subconsciously sighed in relief.

Thankfully, according to the original Kael’s memories, he had never preyed on humans, except for himself.

At least in terms of behavior, he was innocent regarding the duchy’s regulations.

Really, using an incubus’ heart-shaped tail to bite himself, draining his own energy, and trying to suppress the bloodline’s advancement instinct...

Good idea, maybe in the next life!

Left with this terrible body, he had no means to resist the Lionheart Knights.

Instead of thinking about killing them, he should consider how to gain their favor and avoid the possibility of an unknown imprisonment.

With these anxious thoughts, Kael left the inner room.

At the door, Old White stood waiting. Seeing that Kael hadn’t moved for a while, he asked with concern, "Young master, are you alright?"

Kael shook his head and said, "Grandpa White, I’m fine. Go make some tea for our guest. Even though my father left the family years ago, we shouldn’t forget our noble etiquette."

Old White nodded and smiled, saying, "Young master Kael, the tea is already brewed and placed in the tea room. I’ll bring it over shortly."

Kael nodded.

…

At this moment, downstairs in the reception hall.

Fox exuded a cold and serious aura. This first-class Glory Knight of the Lionheart Battle Group was contemplating how to inform a child about his father’s death.

He sighed softly, hearing light footsteps in the hallway, and straightened his chest.

When Fox looked up, he saw a young man in a mage’s robe walking over slowly, stopping before him, and making a mage’s salute:

"Are you Uncle Fox of the Fourth Bronze Cross? Your sudden visit caught us unprepared. We only have some tea and snacks to offer. I apologize for the lack of hospitality."

Beside them, Old White brought the tea and snacks, placing them beside Fox and Kael, and poured tea for them.

Fox’s calm and deep gaze focused on the young man, feeling surprised. He thought, no wonder this mixed-blood incubus looked so handsome and pleasing to the eye.

Even wearing a simple mage’s robe, the youth’s cold features and natural courtesy were evident, and he called out his name at first sight.

Just based on this first impression, Fox’s strong-mindedness couldn’t help but mitigate some of his bias towards the incubus.

This only made it more difficult for him to speak, and his guilt grew.

He sighed and said, "Your father, Anthony.D.Charles, led an army to encircle the Evil God yesterday and died in the wilderness.

I came today to inform you and return Anthony’s Holy Sanctuary Core."