My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

Was it the same Lysander whose existence alone terrified the other Primordials? His words and gestures felt so different, as if he were a completely normal friend on Earth, meeting him after a long time.

"Why are you standing there? Come and sit before me." Lysander waved his hand, and a seat from the other end of the hall came flying and landed before him.

Eren was so surprised by this sudden change that he couldn't even react before his body was caught by the same force. He flew forward and landed on the seat without even intentionally moving a finger.

This was the difference between them, and Eren had already felt it. The man was like a demigod. He was different from the Author and didn't feel as almighty, but he was definitely more powerful than any mortal he had met.

If Lysander wanted to, he could kill him. If he wanted to, he could do a lot of things, but here he was, silently waiting to hear stories about Earth.

"Do you miss home?" Eren subconsciously asked.

He had only been away from home for a few years. He didn't have any family on Earth. He only had a few friends that he occasionally missed, but not too much. But Lysander was different. He had been away from home for hundreds of years.

Did he have a family on Earth? Did he miss them? If that was the case, why didn't he try to return? Why did he close the only portal leading to Earth instead? Eren had a lot of questions in his mind about the existence of the godlike man before him.

The smile on Lysander's face disappeared as he heard the question. A myriad of emotions flashed in his eyes, but he didn't express anything. It was as if those emotions disappeared as soon as they appeared.

"Who won't miss their home?" He smiled again, but this time, the smile appeared a little forced. "No matter how much you rise in a foreign land... No matter how strong you become, some things can never be replaced."

Eren could see that the atmosphere seemed to have turned a little serious, and he didn't like it. He didn't know when this man might change his mind about him, so he had to change the atmosphere.

"Ah, earth has changed a lot in the last two decades, but not as much as you assumed. There are no homes on the moon. As for flying cars... I guess technically that did happen, but..."

He stopped asking questions about Lysander's private life and started telling him about Earth, which made the real smile return on his face.

Lysander heard Eren's stories with great fascination, especially when he heard about the artificial intelligence and other significant changes that had happened on earth.

Occasionally, he could even be seen laughing when Eren told him stories about some of the things from earth.

Hours passed, but the stories never stopped as Eren told Lysander about the developments in the field of literature, science, and even medicine.

For the people of this world, these developments might appear insignificant since they could use superhuman abilities, bring the dead back to life, heal even the most serious wounds or even destroy cities with a single punch. But for Lysander, they were interesting nonetheless.

Eren also felt a little better when he talked with Lysander. It was the first time he could properly talk to someone about his home, who could understand him.

Even though he had always been busy and didn't have time to miss his home and friends much, he did miss this feeling a little.

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Their conversation continued for a long time, only to stop when there was a knock on the floor.

"Father, are you there?" A woman's voice came from outside the door. "Did you forget our promise again?"

"Ah, I got so lost in our conversation that I forgot I planned to have dinner with my daughter."

Even Lysander came out of his daze, slapping his forehead. He truly looked flustered as the door opened. Footsteps echoed across the hall as a woman entered.

Eren moved to the corner of the seat and looked back, noticing a woman dressed in a tight-fitting gown that firmly hugged her curvaceous figure. The dress seemed a little too tight, and looked as if it might rip at any moment.

The woman didn't seem to lack anything. She was beautiful, had a good figure and more importantly, she was extremely strong. In fact, she appeared to be even stronger at him, a realization that only hit Eren when he looked at her stats.

Her level was already in the 80s, much higher than his level. It was as if she had inherited all the talents from her father.

Eren understood that he had to be cautious before her. Unlike her father, she probably never lived on earth. She had no attachments to that world, and might not like him either.

He simply turned back and returned to his normal position. He stopped paying attention to that woman.

"We can talk next time. It's more important to keep your promise with your daughter," he told Lysander.

"Nonsense. It's been a long time since I saw someone from my hometown. Come and eat with us. You must be hungry as well." Lysander patted Eren's shoulder, before grabbing them to make him stand up.

He walked to his daughter, and Eren could only unwillingly follow him. He thought it was still a very normal situation. As long as he didn't screw something too bad, things were going to proceed smoothly.

At least that's what he initially thought until more options appeared before him, and this time they appeared to be even more absurd than the last options.

These options even involved Lysander's daughter, who looked like a powerful Demoness in his eyes. Eren grew absolutely blank at the sight of the bizarre options.@@novelbin@@

[Option One: Tell a romantic poem for the girl, and at the end of it, kiss her hands.

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