Chapter 194: Seeking Lyra’s Help Once Again and News From the Battlefield
*Crack…. Boom!*
After the battle ended, Liliana’s magic barrier suddenly cracked, spreading like a spider web before finally shattering into pieces.
Leon remained expressionless as he watched, then glanced at the unconscious Merlin on the ground and shook his head.
“Your Majesty Leon, could you wait a moment?”
Just as Leon was about to turn around to look for Liliana, a woman’s indifferent voice called out to him from behind.
Turning slightly, Leon saw that the voice belonged to Lyra, who was approaching him with slow, measured steps.
Seeing Lyra, Leon’s indifferent expression softened into a slight smile.
“Lyra.” Leon greeted her softly with a nod. “Is there something you need?”
Lyra stopped two meters from Leon, bowed her head respectfully, and replied in a calm tone, “Yes, Your Majesty, I need to speak with you.”
Raising her head, Lyra reached into her pocket, retrieved a black letter, and handed it to Leon, saying, “Her Majesty the Demon Emperor instructed me to deliver this letter to you after your battle with General Merlin.”
Leon was slightly startled by her words and looked around the field, surprised to find that Liliana was nowhere to be seen.
Taking the letter from Lyra’s hand, he examined it curiously before turning his gaze back to her.
“Did Liliana leave any messages for me?” Leon asked.
Lyra was silent for a moment before nodding. “Her Majesty the Demon Emperor instructed you to read the letter immediately upon receiving it. She also mentioned that if you need to find her, she will be in her workspace.”
As Leon listened to her explanation, he sighed softly and placed the letter in his robe pocket.
“Thank you for telling me, Lyra,” Leon said with a smile.
“You’re welcome, Your Majesty Leon. It is my duty to assist you,” Lyra replied in an indifferent but firm tone, making Leon chuckle lightly.
Leon then turned his gaze towards the still-unconscious Merlin, frowning in thought, before shifting his focus back to Lyra.
“By the way, Lyra, can I ask you a favor? Could you take care of Merlin?” Leon asked, sounding a bit embarrassed.
He felt somewhat guilty for requesting Lyra’s assistance in this manner.
“Of course, leave it to me,” Lyra replied without hesitation.
Leon sighed softly and continued in a doubtful tone, “One more thing. Can you help me erase Merlin’s memories? Specifically, the last five minutes?”
Earlier, he had used his hero powers to defeat Merlin completely. Though he did this intentionally to end the battle quickly, he didn’t want to reveal his true identity as a sword hero to anyone, including Merlin.
After all, his identity as a sword hero was extremely sensitive due to the death announcements spread by the Holy Empire of Elysium.
Furthermore, considering Merlin’s current animosity toward him and their past conflicts in which he consistently defeated Merlin in battle, this man would undoubtedly pose a significant future threat, including interference with his revenge plan against Velix and his subordinates.
Naturally, he wanted to avoid this because if Velix and his subordinates discovered that he was still alive, it would alert them, causing significant trouble for him.
Erasing Merlin’s memory was the best solution to prevent these problems.
Upon hearing Leon’s request, Lyra glanced at the unconscious Merlin with her usual indifferent expression before nodding in acquiescence.
“Don’t worry, Your Majesty Leon. I’ll handle it,” Lyra replied calmly, which eased Leon’s mind slightly.
Afterwards, they exchanged a few more words before Leon finally decided to return to his room to clean up and read the letter given by Liliana.
He sensed its contents were crucial, given Liliana’s hasty departure to her workspace without waiting for his battle with Merlin to end.
Meanwhile, as Lyra watched Leon’s broad back gradually vanish from her sight, she couldn’t suppress a small sigh, her typically emotionless and indifferent expression showing a subtle shift.
“His Majesty Leon’s power is truly terrifying.” Lyra murmured, horror flashing in her normally indifferent black eyes.
From the start of the battle between him and Merlin, Lyra had been observing from a distance, gradually realizing the true terror of the “Sword Hero,” renowned for his invincibility against her Demon race in past battles.
Reflecting on this battle, Lyra felt a deep sense of relief and gratitude that Leon stood alongside the Demon race in this era’s war; otherwise, she shuddered to imagine the calamity that could befall her race.
Shaking her head slightly, Lyra refocused her gaze on Merlin with a soft sigh.
“Merlin, you really are a fool.”
…
Upon returning to his room, Leon was surprised to find Charlotte and Iris missing from their previous spots on his bed, leaving Fiona peacefully asleep.
“Huh? Where are those two little girls?” Leon asked, puzzled.
Scanning the room, he couldn’t find Charlotte and Iris, leading him to speculate, “Did they return to their own room?”
This seemed the most likely explanation, prompting him to smile and shake his head.
Walking over to the bed, Leon sat on the edge and smiled softly at Fiona’s peaceful sleeping face.
Reaching out, he gently pinched her soft, bun-like cheeks and murmured playfully, “How can this little girl sleep so peacefully, unaware that her sisters have left her alone?”
Among his three daughters, Fiona was the hardest to wake once she was asleep, especially when she slept on his belly or in his bed.
She could easily sleep until noon without stirring, which often left him shaking his head in amusement at his helplessness.
Nevertheless, he had no intention of waking Fiona. He preferred to let her sleep soundly for as long as she wanted.
After enjoying playing with Fiona’s chubby cheeks, Leon slowly stood up, stretching his body.
“It feels a bit stiff after not using the hero techniques for so long,” Leon murmured to himself, opening and clenching his palms thoughtfully.
Hero techniques were unique skills exclusive to heroes like himself. Previous heroes had passed down these techniques and skills through the three holy weapons, allowing each new generation of heroes to grow.
Absorbing these legacies, however, was no simple task; it demanded exceptional talent and understanding.
This disparity in talent and comprehension contributed to why certain heroes surpassed others based on their ability to grasp and harness the legacies within the holy weapons.
“However, I didn’t expect the hero technique, Sword Domain, to become even stronger than before. It seems last night’s transcendent experience had a profound influence,” Leon mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Sword Domain was among his most potent hero techniques, capable of drawing the targeted person’s consciousness into his own domain.
Within this domain, he held absolute dominion and control, rendering escape impossible for those ensnared.
Nevertheless, the technique had its drawbacks; it could fail against stronger opponents, its effectiveness diminishing accordingly.
Fortunately, in this world, he firmly believed that there was no one equal to him except Liliana, Athena, the Ancestral Dragon, and perhaps the powerful figures of the hidden races. This conviction allowed him to use this technique without hesitation.
Shaking his head, Leon snapped out of his reverie and glanced at the clock, which already showed that noon was approaching.
Without further delay, Leon headed straight to the bathroom for his second shower.
Due to his battle with Merlin, Leon felt sweaty and somewhat sticky, which caused discomfort.
After spending twenty minutes in the bathroom, Leon emerged in casual clothes and lounged on the sofa.
“Alright, time to read Liliana’s letter,” Leon declared, picking up the black letter from the table and opening it to read.
“[Leon, I apologize for leaving abruptly. During your battle, a message arrived from the border confirming the onset of war between the demon race and humanity. I must return to my workspace to finalize documents and tasks related to our planned teleportation portal. If you need anything or wish to visit, you can find me there].”
After reading the letter, Leon’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing abruptly.
“The war has already begun, huh? It’s sooner than I expected,” Leon mused, placing the letter on the table.
He was confident that all preparations for this era’s war were meticulously organized. Furthermore, he believed the Demon race would emerge victorious, marking a historic milestone and effectively concluding the seven-thousand-year war.
Taking a deep breath, Leon leaned back against the sofa, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling.
In truth, he yearned to join the battlefield and confront Rain Violet, the damn loli mage who had exposed him to the devouring poison.
His animosity towards Rain was as intense as his hatred for Velix, fueling his desire to slash them both with his Great Sword of Chaos.
However, his promise to Fiona earlier this morning not to leave again soon, coupled with Miranda’s ongoing investigation into the matter of his Holy Sword of Zenith, kept him from departing hastily.
“Just a few days from now, I’ll head to the battlefield and settle everything—the war and this revenge,” Leon muttered, his golden eyes brimming with intense determination and a strong aura of killing intent.
As Leon pondered, suddenly, from the direction of the bed, Fiona’s voice could be heard, whimpering and accompanied by anguished cries.
“Wuuuu! Daddy, please don’t leave me! I’m sorry!”
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