The female Headless Knight accidentally lost her head again, which finally brought Anne Neville back to her senses from her anger at Edward’s flirtations.
It also rekindled her deep longing for him over the past year, separated by life and death.
The board was raised high and then gently lowered.
Referring to that fellow who had his head bitten off by a female praying mantis, the flirtations of male nobility in this era are really not a big deal.
After all, female nobility... indulge in the sa fancies!
It’s just a voluptuous Vampire Witch, that’s all.
Not to ntion Edward hasn’t done anything yet. Even if he did, he’d only be making the mistake every man makes. As a woman of the old tis who’s seen the world, of course, she chose to forgive him.
It could only be said that feudal backwardness saved Edward’s life.
A headless corpse, with black smoke faintly erging from its neck, opened its arms and tightly embraced her fiancé. The head lying in his arms then spoke emotionally:
"Edward, as long as you’re still alive, that’s enough. It’s so wonderful, truly wonderful."
The gloom that the girl had accumulated over a year dissipated instantly.
Shortly after their tender mont, she pulled his ear to admonish him:
"By the way, stop pushing your responsibilities onto your cousin.
[The Sea Hunter] Saint Byron is obviously an avatar of the Holy Spirit, a man of impeccable character. Just be mindful not to corrupt him yourself.
Never say such things again. Not only does no one believe it, but what if it angers the Holy Spirit?"
The scene of body and head separation—one acting, one speaking—could drive an ordinary person mad with fear.
But for Edward, who was also undead, it only made him find his already perfectly-built, stunning fiancée even more attractive and exciting.
After obediently helping his fiancée reattach her head, he could do nothing but hold onto the female knight’s slender waist ekly.
Aside from foolishly chuckling and agreeing that "Anne is always right," he had no conflicting opinions.
"Tsk, tsk..."
Byron couldn’t help but shake his head from the side.
Seeing his cousin’s useless appearance, he had already diagnosed him under the title of [Father of Healing]; this guy and their uncle and father were cast from the sa mold, all inheriting a genetic "tracheitis," terminally ill and beyond cure.
He silently celebrated not having summoned him out at the start.
Otherwise, it would not only cost six bodies and six warhorses in vain, but even if he were to demand 388,000, he’d have to agree to it imdiately.
"As expected, the task of recreating the Lancaster Family rests solely on my shoulders. They have no talent in this area at all.
I am the chosen Savior of the family, and suddenly feel a heavier burden upon ."
While Byron was watching the scene unfold, Edward had already learned from Anne about the tragic stories that befell her and her five sisters.
He couldn’t help but feel imnse gratitude towards his cousin, who had saved Anne and also his own love.
While giving Byron a strong hug, he secretly winked at him.
The familiar understanding built over years let Byron instantly perceive Edward’s intent through his lascivious body language:
"Rest assured, brother, even if it ans risking being dismbered by Anne, I’ll ensure those voluptuous Vampire Witches are arranged for you.
Including... my share!
I know exactly your type: well-endowed older sisters."
Byron imdiately responded with a triple denial through his gaze:
"Not ! I didn’t! Don’t speak nonsense!"
anwhile, he activated [Divine Sight] to survey the surroundings, only exhaling in relief after confirming both elder sisters weren’t nearby.
However, he no longer dared to claim himself as the chosen one to save the Lancaster Family.
Soon, the joy of reunion gradually settled, and Anne Neville posed a crucial question to them:
"What should we do next?
Shall we strike back during the internal war between the Royalist Party and the Earl’s Party? Shall we let father assist from within and stab the York Family, unaware they’ve been exposed, in the back?"
Byron didn’t conceal his strategy from the sister-in-law with impressive potential, who could be of great assistance:
"Of course we should strike back, but not now.
The reason both families are content to battle is the absence of an external threat. If we dare to appear, they’ll surely cease fire and unite against us.
So, the best ti to strike is after they’ve settled who wins and who loses, when their strength is severely weakened.
Rest assured, I won’t let the Marquis of Neville act as the main force, charging for Lancaster.
As long as he switches sides at the crucial mont, becoming the final straw, that’s enough.
If the Marquis finds that we Lancasters lack the power to reclaim the throne, all agreents are null and he’s still an ally of the York Family.
Until then, to maintain secrecy, it’s indeed unsuitable for you and the ladies with rather... uh, unique appearances to continue appearing before outsiders."
Edward chid in to suggest:
"Indeed, Anne, now that you’re undead, why not join in living at the Edge of the World, the most fitting place for undead creatures to thrive?
With the whole world entering the ’Intertidal Zone,’ the world of dead souls at the Edge of the World is also moving into chaos.
The original ruling order of the Undead Lords has been broken, making it the perfect ti for us to show our capabilities.
Whether it’s my [Lich] path or your [Headless Knight] path, the rituals needed for future advancent can only be found at the Edge of the World."
The job-switching ceremony in the "Book of the Dead" is like the original "Bloody Mary’s Gourt Cookbook," where most instructions are only partially complete. Further exploration at the Edge of the World is needed to gradually discover the rest.
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