The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!

Joyous music drifted in from next door, where Gray and Shelley were dancing in the ballroom, capturing everyone’s attention. In the hall, Yilin and the King exchanged glances, the firelight casting shadows on their faces.

After a long while, the King downed the wine in his cup in one swig, slowly stood up, walked to the liquor cabinet behind Yilin, took out another bottle, and poured himself another drink. With his back to Yilin, he said, "I am in a very difficult position right now, extremely difficult. The prestige of the Royal Family fell to an all-time low after the Battle of White City. I’ve even found some of the troops no longer obey my orders. This is bad, isn’t it? There’s intel that the Allen Kingdom is already preparing to make a move. They likely want to take advantage of this opportunity to bite us."

With her back to the King, Yilin responded emotionlessly, "If the Allen Kingdom attacks, I will firmly stand by you."

"I believe you, but merely my belief is not enough," the King said, holding his wine cup as he walked step by step back to his original position and slowly sat down. "You wouldn’t want me to be a king in name only, would you? A king in name only cannot govern the country well; it would be a tragedy for the entire kingdom. I need support now. A Holy Knight directly loyal to me would undoubtedly be the best choice. Moreover, don’t forget, this outcome is caused by you."

"Caused by me?" Yilin chuckled coldly, "Did you not publicly admit yourself that it was due to your father’s mistake?"

"That was one way to put it, and this is another," the King said, spreading his hands. "You must admit that things can always be understood in two ways. I gave you the best welcoming ceremony, which shows my magnanimity. I did not blame you for the terrible situation I am in. In fact, my relationship with my father was always strained. Very strained. I even suspect he never saw me as his heir. Therefore, on a personal level, I don’t think what you did was wrong. I should even thank you. If not for you, I wouldn’t have ascended to the throne so quickly. But in public affairs..."

"What about it?" Yilin asked coldly.

The King paused for a moment before continuing, "A man faces the problems you’ve caused daily, overwhelmed. Even if the root of the problem isn’t you, it’s inevitable that one day, he may start to resent you, isn’t it? Maybe because of too much pressure, I will soon start to resent you, and then maybe I’ll do something I shouldn’t to the Beisher Family. From then on, our families will hold grudges."

"You’re threatening me!" Yilin stood up abruptly, glaring angrily.

"Calm down! Calm down! It’s not a threat, we’re just discussing the objective possibilities peacefully," the King leaned back quickly, smiling and motioning for Yilin to sit down before continuing, "You must acknowledge my sincerity; this welcoming ceremony is a testament to that. I really need a Holy Knight beside me, especially considering the knight has no strong foundation in Isaac Kingdom, and the church has no interest in worldly power. Besides what I mentioned earlier, I can also appoint Gray as the Chief Minister, and you can join the council. This is a great honor for the Beisher Family."