VIP Chapter 531: We’ve Been Waiting
The funeral is scheduled for the afternoon. This is a time that Will finds quite agreeable. At eight o’clock in the morning, even as the official head of the family, he rises from bed with discipline and punctuality. He picks up the somewhat old-fashioned gold-rimmed glasses from the nightstand. The right lens of the glasses has been replaced with one that Shuna made, capable of detecting magical fluctuations. However, the left eye has been fitted with new prescription lenses for myopia. After Treya’s demonic power left him, his eyes, which no longer required corrective lenses due to the contract, became blurry again.
“Hmm… if you wish, I have a way to restore normal vision to both your eyes once you leave Zeroth Heaven. It’s not difficult at all.”
Although Treya said this, Will did not accept her offer. But…
“Hmm… If I am truly to be the heir to the Hysterm family head, it seems I’ll lack an unquestionable legitimacy without wearing these glasses?”
With this reasoning, Will replaced the frame of Carver’s old gold-rimmed glasses with a brand new one and placed it on his nose.
“If it’s the Hysterm family of ‘Carver,’ I don’t particularly like it. But… considering that this word indeed carries such an interesting meaning, I don’t mind this surname.”
Thinking carefully, his own name… If interpreted loosely, perhaps it could be called the “Achievement System” or the “Motivation System”? Are there any cooler names than these?
He walks to the window. This room is Carver’s, and unlike the old mansion he abandoned, it is cleaned spotlessly and ready to be lived in.
“Dear, I cannot accept you sleeping in the place that man lived in! Give me three hours, and I can sweep out a new room for you, exactly the same!”
Although Iaar said this, Will still chose to have a beautiful dream on this bed.
“Killing a person and then occupying his bed – there’s nothing more satisfying than that.”
Standing by the window of Carver’s bedroom, he saw his current appearance not through a mirror, but through the window, which was polished to perfectly reflect his face.
“Hmm… I think you should change the style of your glasses. You always remind me of that annoying guy now.”
Although Liya said this, Will chose these glasses, the ones that resembled him the most. They are indeed very similar to that person. After all, he is a direct descendant by blood. He feels as if he could stand at the funeral and directly announce himself as the head of the family without anyone suspecting him. But… Will truly did not become him. Unlike Carver, who gained memories of all his past lives upon wearing the family heirloom glasses, Will gained nothing. He will always be himself. He hasn’t even acquired the life experiences of the “Young Master Will” from the original work that he read in his past life. Even he himself is starting to doubt if he has truly inherited the “Anchor.”
He looks out the window. He gazes at the scenery of this small town, located in the least-explored southwestern part of the entire Entak Empire. In the hazy rain, the distant, summer-rich forest seems to melt into the faint morning mist. Even though it is already the peak of summer, it is still a bit cool here – truly worthy of being the place chosen by the wealthiest Guild Master to station the Adventurer’s Guild headquarters; it is such a good summer resort. Carriages are already arriving sequentially from outside; the guests he invited are slowly making their appearances.
“Let me think, what are the things I need to do today?”
Will turns around, counting on his fingers.
“First, I need to meet with these detestable factions.”
“Second, I need to allay everyone’s suspicions and truly become the head of the Hysterm family.”
“Third, I cannot let Daisianwei ruin Carver’s funeral.”
He is still as skilled as ever at “planning” and “executing plans.” Will stretches. However, perhaps he will be a little “free” today.
“Ah—alright, the three ladies should have been waiting for me on the first floor for a long time. Let me go down and see.”
On the first floor of the Hysterm family’s main residence, in a beautiful but slightly “cramped” dining room. Noble family dining rooms are always large and luxurious, but for some reason, the Hysterm family has this small, akin-to-a-dinette-style existence. It is more suitable for a family to dine here in a “warm” atmosphere. However, the current atmosphere doesn’t seem to be “warm”—
“So, if Dear is going to give a speech on stage later, I’ll be by his side. I don’t know what kind of people will come this time, and surely some will have ill intentions towards him.”
Iaar solemnly takes several slices of medium-rare beef from the prepared platter, places them on the table, then bows to cut two or three pieces before remembering she can sit down. Although she intellectually understands her current position in the Hysterm family is not that of a “servant.” However… by habit, she seems to have retained some traditions from her days as a maid.
“Especially the Empress of the Death Hall, who is rumored to definitely come; I feel she will surely be a troublesome opponent.”
Screech—screech.
“You?”
Accompanied by a sound like a violin string being deliberately broken across a plate, Liya speaks. She looks at the cake on her plate, which she has cut into equal portions with some obsessive neatness, and with a light smile, she says—
“I don’t think so.”
“Liya, what are you dissatisfied with now?”
“Let me say this first, I have no objections to your current status. But among the three of us here, who among us doesn’t have the ability to protect him? So… the one on stage…”
Liya picks up a small piece of cream cake with her fork, puts it in her mouth, and chews slowly, speaking confidently—
“Surely the oldest among us has more qualifications, right?”
“But, Liya… I think most of the guests here… probably can’t tell that you are the oldest one, can they?”
“They can see I’m a witch, can’t they still not see my age? Hmph, you won’t find a younger witch in this world, will you?”
Bang.
Liya’s words are interrupted by the sound of someone nearby deliberately banging a plate on the table.
“…Sorry, my hand slipped just now.”
Treya, seemingly with a hint of “anger,” walks over. Iaar and Liya, just by looking at her eyes, can tell she clearly wants to “participate” in their argument. Her plate is different from the other two. Iaar’s plate is filled with a mixture of meat and bread, like something for a “dog,” with a particularly large amount of meat. Liya, on the other hand, prefers exquisite “desserts” and never forgets to have a glass of milk. But Treya… Her plate is balanced with a very reasonable ratio of meat and vegetables, appearing to be the most perfect breakfast calculated by Entak’s health experts.
“If we’re talking about qualifications, it must be me. No explanation needed.”
