Chapter 903: Europan Royalty
Adam descended the stairs and walked toward the incoming guest.
With arms stretched wide and a wide grin plastered across his face, he approached Edward. “Hahaha, you fat bastard.”
“Kahaha, you drunk bastard.” Edward stepped forward and embraced his best friend in a warm hug.
Adam patted his back. “I’ve missed you, brother.”
anwhile, Edward clasped the raven-haired youth’s taut shoulders and looked him up and down. His blue eyes flickered with admiration.
“You have beco taller… and muscular,” he said with a wide grin. “I like it!”
“Hahaha!” The childhood best friends threw their heads back and laughed out loud.
As the two of them were laughing like madn, Lisa walked up to them, her eyes flashing with happiness.
“I never would have thought soone could change so drastically in appearance,” she said with a light smirk playing at her lips.
Adam turned to look at the blonde young woman with erald eyes. He walked up to her and gently embraced her.
“You look as lovely as ever, Lisa. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too, Adam. It is so nice to see you,” Lisa said with a warm smile.
The raven-haired youth noticed Edwin Turner looking at him with a wide grin. The old man walked up to him and observed him deeply.
“From up close, you look even more formidable! Kahaha!”
Adam placed his hands on his hips and laughed. “Trust , I am the most formidable Mana Vortex Magus in these lands. Hahaha!”
The old man spread his arms wide and pulled him into a tight bear hug. “Kahaha, I am proud of the progress you’ve made, Adam. Very, very proud!”
Adam’s lips twitched a little. From the pressure exerted by Edwin, he could tell that the old man was physically very strong.
There’s no way he practices a physique enhancent technique, he thought.
Could it be hereditary? Edward also turned out to be a muscular and sturdy man… The sa is true for his father, Viktor…
That is very likely the case.
“Your body is sturdier than I thought,” said the old man, flashing a grin. “I put a fairly decent amount of force in that hug.”
“Oh?” Adam arched an eyebrow as he smirked. “That tickled.”
Edwin’s lips twitched. “You cheeky brat!”
He then stepped aside and introduced him to the elderly woman standing behind him, watching everything unfold with a faint smile.
“This is Professor Marcella Ridley from the Tower of Daybreak. She’s also Lisa’s ntor.”
Lisa’s ntor? Adam’s eyes lit up.
He walked up to her, placed a hand on his chest, and offered a slight bow. “Magus Ridley, it is a pleasure to et you.”
The elderly woman offered a bow as well, hers slightly deeper than Adam’s, a clear display of the profound respect and admiration she held for him.
“It is truly an honor to et you, Magus Constantine.”
Until the Dark King’s hocoming celebration, Ridley still thought of Adam as a junior. Not because he was just thirty-five years old, but because he had only just stepped foot in the realm of the Mana Vortex Rank.
But after that display of magical prowess during the hocoming celebration…
Marcella Ridley knew for sure that the raven-haired youth’s understanding of the arcane arts had far surpassed hers.
So how could she not co to deeply respect him?
Finally, Adam’s gaze landed on the dashing, blond young man with pale blue eyes. It was Edwin’s pupil, Biden Fors.
He seed to be standing in an awkward manner, waiting for Adam to finish greeting everyone.
Seeing the Dark King’s gaze on him, Biden was montarily startled, but he quickly composed himself.
Placing a hand on his chest, he offered a respectful bow. “Greetings, Magus Constantine. It is a pleasure to see you again.”
Adam frowned. “What’s with the formality?”
He walked up to the young man and put his arm around his shoulders. “Don’t be a stranger,” he said with a grin.
Biden couldn’t help but smile faintly. It seed that no matter how famous the Dark King had gotten, at the end of the day, he was still Adam Constantine.
“Co, I’ve to introduce you all to soone.” Adam guided the group from the Tower of Daybreak towards his manor.
Standing at the base of the grand marble staircase was a striking young woman with flowing crimson hair and eyes like polished rubies.
A faint, unreadable smile lingered on her lips as she silently observed the scene unfolding before her, calm and poised.
She was dressed in finely tailored dark garnts, their fabric embroidered with intricate patterns of fla-red thread that shimred subtly with each movent.
The craftsmanship of her attire hinted at prestige, yet it was the way she carried herself, serene, self-assured, and utterly composed, that truly set her apart.
Even without speaking a word, she radiated an aura of quiet nobility and commanding grace.
Like a fla that did not burn but demanded reverence.
Adam walked up to her, a wide grin spreading across his face.
“Everyone,” he said, draping an arm lightly around her shoulders, “this is my dear sister, Anna!”
At so point, her protector had also arrived, quietly standing behind her.
Adam turned to him and introduced the man as well, “And this is Magus York.”
The elderly Magus stepped forward, his eyes sweeping across the Magi from the Tower of Daybreak. His gaze lingered for longer on Edwin and Marcella, as though weighing their strength.
He cleared his throat and formally introduced himself, “Ladies and gentlen, I am Kaspar York, a proud Magus of the Ignisra Kingdom.”
Edwin arched an eyebrow. “Ignisra Kingdom?”
He stroked his beard, a pondering look on his face. “Europa?”
“Indeed.” Kaspar York revealed a faint smile.
Edwin and Marcella exchanged a quick glance. Though the Magus nad Kaspar hadn’t revealed a trace of mana to them, they could still tell…
That he was of the sa arcane rank as them.
Kaspar then gestured towards the crimson-haired young woman, who had remained silent all his while, curiously observing Adam’s childhood friends with a faint smile.
“Allow to introduce you to…” said the old Magus, his voice tinged with solemnity.
“The Princess of the Ignisra Kingdom, Her Highness, Anna Fireborne!”
In that mont, the group from the Tower stood frozen in shock, especially Edward and Lisa.
The couple’s gaze darted between Anna and Adam, disbelief etched across their faces.
At last, Edward blurted out, unable to contain himself:
“Adam, your sister… is royalty?! From Europa?!”
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