I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

Regarding this "Father King," Helen had not a shred of fondness, instead wrapped in memories of pain and hatred.

She recalled how her mother had humbly lived, trying to protect her, whether inside the Boditch Royal Palace or on the run, always compromising to keep them both alive.

But her mother had still protected her very well.

Whenever Helen remembered her mother’s love, warmth, and how she held Helen’s bony hands with all her strength when she died, Helen could never find peace.

Even after meeting her teacher and beginning a life beyond her wildest dreams, Helen was still occasionally awakened by nightmares.

The chief cause of her and her mother’s suffering was the "Father King," His Majesty the King of Boditch!

Was she really going to meet him?

Was it really going to be that easy?

Thinking of this, Helen felt a bit lost.

After all, in her previous experiences, even the manager of a merchant group was a big deal to her and her mother, let alone the King of Boditch.

Helen had thought she would never have the chance to meet him again, but today her teacher told her that they would meet and even capture the king.

The once supreme King of Boditch Kingdom, could he really fall into her teacher’s hands so easily?

Helen was puzzled, but standing by Lis’s side, she felt confident that her teacher could certainly do it!

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Lis and two others quietly waited in the dimly lit cabin.

Just then, two planks on the floor were suddenly pushed open from below, and an angry voice erupted.

"Damn it, making me walk all this distance!"

"Have I been feeding you all for nothing?"

"And this place, what kind of hell is this? Couldn’t even provide a light!"

A figure as round as a ball, with the help of others from below, struggled to climb up.

Once up, he collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath and wiping the sweat continually forming on his forehead, all the while cursing non-stop.

With such distinctive features, Lis recognized him immediately as King John Bertic of Boditch.

The attendants following the king also quickly jumped up, but unlike the oblivious king, they quickly sensed something was off.

They had arranged for two companions to come ahead for secrecy, even if it meant not lighting any candles, why was there no noise at all?

As they became alert, a calm voice rang out in the room.

"Welcome, esteemed King John, we have been waiting for a long time!"

Lis said so, his right hand lightly snapping his fingers.

Zero-Circle Magic "Light Brightness Technique"!

The sudden appearance of light was a bit much for the king and his companions, causing them to close their eyes. It took them a moment to adjust.

When they opened their eyes, they found three unfamiliar figures standing in the room. @@novelbin@@

A very handsome young man was smiling at them.

In his hand, he held a lovely little girl, and behind them stood a melancholic man, seemingly their attendant.

Although the handsome young man’s words seemed welcoming, the sight of their companions lying beside them sent a chilling coldness trickling down from their heads.

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Without time to consider further, the loyal attendants stood in front of King John Bertic, drawing their weapons to confront Lis.

"You’re too noisy!"

Lis waved his hand, and a pale light flashed instantly.

Sixth Circle Magic "Group Human Immobilization Spell"!

Perhaps this was the state of the Boditch Royal Family these days, accompanying the king were only these attendants of mere silver power.

Under the effect of Lis’s magic, they were frozen in place, unable to resist, their expressions filled with terror and despair.

Lis used Mage’s Hand to lift them all up and toss them aside, then turned his gaze to the king before him.

Even in his escape from the Royal Palace, King John Bertic was still dressed in luxurious and expensive golden robes, but inevitably smeared with mud and dust mixed with sweat, he looked extremely disheveled.

He had realized that the figures before him were foes, not friends; the arrogance he had just now completely vanished, leaving his overweight body trembling incessantly.

"You... who are you?"

"Spare me, I am the King of Boditch, I will give you whatever you want!"

"How about a noble title? Spare me, and I will make you Dukes!"

In realizing he was truly in danger, this King of Boditch showed not a hint of royal dignity, cowering on the ground, his body trembling in fear, his pleas stripping away his last shred of dignity.

Decades of indulgence in luxury and aversion to effort had completely eroded all his aspirations, humble as a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Seeing this, Lis suddenly lost any desire to talk to the king.

Compared to the ambitious King Morton of the Feis Kingdom, it was like comparing heaven and earth.

Even the daring Prince Yatean was far stronger than him.

Apart from the title of King of Boditch, there was nothing noteworthy about him.

Shaking his head, Lis patted Helen on the head and smiled as he said:

"Helen, do you have anything you’d like to say?"

Feeling encouraged by Lis, Helen’s delicate little face flashed with determination, she let go of Lis’s coat and took a few steps forward to stand before John Bertic.