First, I had placed Mother Heather’s Crystal Coffin in the underground palace beneath the Taya Pan Great Pyramid.
This city is barely regarded as the Divine Domain of the [Lord of Heaven]. It offers the strongest stability for the Undead. At least in the short term, no Death Stranding incidents would occur here.
Then I opened the [Flower Mountain Celestial Kingdom] within my own mind and released six female Dead Souls, their heads separated from their bodies.
They were previously controlled by the Headless Knight, a Curse Spirit in Ganquan Palace, and in the end, they all beheaded themselves—Anne Neville and her five sisters.
This incident was the direct catalyst that caused the Neutral Faction to completely tilt towards the Royalist Party and engage in open conflict with the Earl’s Party.
Absolutely a treasure!
After leaving the resting peace of the Mount Flower Heavenly Kingdom, the six girls all had sowhat blank and dazed expressions, as if they hadn’t snapped back to reality yet.
Clearly, the events right before their demise had deeply shocked them.
Byron waited for a while but saw no reaction from them. Clearing his throat, he suddenly shouted in their ears,
"Not good, the Headless Knight is back!"
The six girls’ souls instantly shuddered violently.
They turned instinctively to flee but forgot that they were already decapitated.
THUD! THUD! THUD!...
Six beautiful heads dropped to the ground on the spot. The headless bodies scattered around like headless flies, but they were soon tripped up one after another due to the lack of coordination between their heads and bodies.
"Ouch!" "Ouch!" Cries of pain were incessant.
After much commotion, they did not encounter the Headless Knight, and that’s when they realized they had been deceived.
"Where is the Headless Knight?"
"Who’s spreading false alarms?"
"That’s so an, scaring my head off!"
At that mont, Byron took out a large standing mirror, placed it in front of them, and lit a Whale Oil Lamp for illumination.
Once the six girls saw each other’s appearance clearly, their screams suddenly joined into a chorus: "AH—!"
There might be no "Headless Knight" here, but there were headless ghosts—and six of them at that!
After this scare, they finally ca to their senses, rembering that they were now dead and had beco Undead.
"You are... the Count of Torrentfort, Saint Byron? Are you dead too? Where is this, the Netherworld?"
Anne Neville, the strongest among them, quickly adapted to her Undead body, picked up her head from the ground, and reattached it to her neck. When she looked up, she finally saw Byron clearly.
But their mories were still stuck at the mont of their death, unaware of what had happened afterward.
Byron extended a finger and waved it, smiling as he corrected her, "Wrong, this isn’t the Netherworld, but my domain, the Tayapan City-State on Yucatan Island. If it weren’t for , you all would have beco Evil Spirits, ’Lost Ones’..."
He then shared with them the current state of the unfolding dostic civil war and all the Intelligence he had collected.
Especially about the behind-the-scenes mastermind, the Demon Duke, Richard, who used them to incite opposition among multiple factions, ultimately scheming to kill three birds with one stone.
Having listened intently, the group of girls was filled with rage.
All of this was the doing of that malicious, hideous monster who had mocked them before their deaths, not only killing them but also dragging their families into the war.
At this point, they desperately wished they could tear that main culprit to shreds.
Especially Anne, the sole daughter of Marquis Thomas Neville, clenched her fists and said hatefully, "Damn the York Royal Family! I need to inform my father and have him viciously stab the Royalist Party in the back! Let them bite each other like dogs."
She blurted out her true feelings instinctively, then suddenly realized she was speaking in front of "York’s foremost Loyalist" and took a step back, warily watching Byron,
"Why are you telling us this as a die-hard mber of the Royalist Party? What’s your angle?"
Byron once again smiled and corrected her, "Wrong again. I’m neither a supporter of the York Party nor the Royalist Party, but rather... the Lancaster Party!"
With that, he lifted the constant Cognitive Revision concealing his true image, revealing the appearance of Byron Lancaster.
All six girls were descendants of Great Nobles and had seen Byron before. They were flabbergasted and exclaid,
"How could it be? The last of the Lancasters? It’s you?!"
Byron saw the lingering suspicion in their eyes. He knew that the shocking revelation of the "Great Loyalist" actually being the "great rebel" was almost too much for them to believe.
So he cleared his throat once more and opened his arms, reciting in the impassioned tone of a poet,
"Ah, Anne, my love, you are like a bright red rose that in June’s breeze hath opened wide; my love is like a sweet tune that’s played in ti and tuneful rhy. Dear, I shall love thee still, my dear, until all the seas gang dry and rocks lt with the sun; my dear Anne, I will love thee still..."
The other five girls were sowhat confused, wondering why this enigmatic fellow suddenly recited a love poem to Anne, and so cheesily at that.
Only Anne Neville’s pale face flushed red, and she flailed her hands helplessly, "Stop... stop it, Byron, I believe you now."
Because this was one of the many love letters Edward had written to her.
Having her love letter recited aloud was definitely the most socially mortifying mont of her school days, bar none.
And even the strongest Spirit dium could not possibly extract such intimate, sentint-filled mories verbatim.
Plus, this occasionally unconventional behavior was definitely typical of Edward’s cousin, who often acted as a ssenger!
Once his identity was confird, Anne led her sisters in a curtsy before Byron, the sole surviving Lancaster and heir, addressing him as:
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