"Before I broke through, I couldn’t defeat you and could only resign myself to always being beneath you.
But even after breaking through, I still can’t defeat you. When can I turn the tables and be the one in control, choosing when I want to be beneath and when above?"
About to exert more force for another attack, Byron helplessly activated the [Dragon Slayer Sword] within him. He squeezed his sister’s small foot, and she imdiately went limp, her erald eyes seemingly ready to drop water.
Finally, a pureblood dragon appeared in the world again, and the foundational effect of the [Dragon Slayer Sword] against dragons finally found its purpose.
Just slightly activating its might, Miss Mithril Dragon Catherine instantly crumbled as if confronted by the bane of serpents, letting him do as he pleased.
Byron grasped his sister’s calf and, with a pull, gathered her into his arms, holding her tender warmth and soft jade fully embraced.
"A bit reserved, be a bit reserved, sister!"
Having control over Catherine, yet without any malice, he gently teased her, nibbling her earlobe:
"You actually can choose to be not only beneath, but also in...the middle."
Following Catherine inside, Violet saw her friend being disadvantaged, not helping but rather gleefully pinching Catherine’s plump, slick flesh.
A bell-like, giggling laugh escaped her lips, provoking Catherine to break free from Byron’s embrace and chase after the traitor.
Above Violet’s head, a circle of silver halos also exploded, activating the [Celestial Descent] born from "Divinity" and morality.
The absolutely calm "chanical Mindset" is in no way inferior to the previous "Beast Intuition."
So far, the self-gods awakened by the three co from "Divinity," "Beastliness," "Human Nature," forming an increasingly solid [Golden Triangle].
As they approach the Divine Domain, there’s even a hint of that [Creator] "Trinity."
Although not quite understanding this transformation, it seems it might not be a bad thing.
Catherine and Violet did not use powers beyond mortal levels, their offense and defense though exquisite, remained evenly matched throughout.
Soon, the two girls, exceedingly beautiful, ended with disheveled dresses, Holy Light spilling out, scenery overwhelmingly captivating.
Even though Byron had seen countless tis, dressed and undressed, he couldn’t help but stop to admire, never having enough.
Seeing the outside darkening, ready to rush up and carry the two sisters, using his "Human Nature" to subdue their "Beastliness" and "Divinity," aiming for that final "0.4" spirituality.
Beep beep...
The [Golden Law] communication network suddenly sounded, Byron quickly reminded the two sisters.
"Shh, it’s the [Blue Dragon King]!"
Catherine and Violet hurriedly put back on the flung high heels, straightened their dresses, and sat holding Byron’s arms, ready on the couch.
In the next mont, the projections interweaved, and opposite them, the couch suddenly filled with people.
Uncle Henry VI, Aunt Margaret, cousin Edward, sister-in-law Headless Knight Anne Neville.
Father Prince Sorrenberg Edmund, Mother Heather.
Also now the entire direct lineage of Lancaster Royal Family, except for Byron’s trio, none of the remaining three pairs of couples are fully living people.
If not for Byron’s selfless battle against the Old Gods, it’s feared several family mbers might not even have been left with residue.
The first to speak was not father, but uncle [Mad King] Henry VI, though no longer a king, still Lancaster’s patriarch.
Byron had long used [Surgical Operation Table] to remove uncle’s madness "Glass Delusion," no longer thinking himself fragile glass.
Yet there’s no aura of kingly presence on him, but more of a scholarly vibe, more resembling a legal scholar rather than a monarch.
He gazed at his impressively outstanding nephew opposite, his loving eyes unchanged:
"Byron, I saw the mobilization order you issued.
The day to reclaim Hightins has finally co, hasn’t it?"
Byron nodded solemnly:
"Yes, Uncle. I assure you, the Crown of Hightins will return to Lancaster, and it shall belong to Lancaster forever."
Henry VI’s pale face showed a hint of comfort and a hint of guilt, glancing at the two girls beside Byron, sowhat remorseful:
"I was never a good king, my brother, your father, didn’t set any good examples either.
Your age should be under the protection of and your father, enjoying balls, operas, hunting, gourt als, and sweet relationships with beautiful girls.
Rather than being surrounded by cannons, risking life on the battlefield.
Violet’s grandmother [Evernight Queen] once said sothing quite right.
’I must study politics and war, and not leave these matters to future generations.
Only then can the next generation of this country have the freedom to study mathematics, philosophy, geography, natural science, shipbuilding, sailing, comrce, agriculture, star formations, and divination.
Their children will have the rights to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, sculpture, weaving, art design, and ceramics!’
Although I consider her reliance on the church’s ’political speculation’ not a good idea.
I also have to admire her decisiveness and unwavering determination.
It was precisely because your father and I didn’t thoroughly study politics and military that led to Lancaster’s current situation, requiring you as a child to turn the tide.
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