HTLCCBFT Extra 3

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Extra 3

Oliver considerately waited for his butler to gradually rein in his rare display of emotion and compose himself before summoning the footman Johan again, instructing him to call Vice knight captain Loyel as well.

Upon receiving the young lord’s summons, Loyel immediately set aside his current tasks and strode briskly to the hall.

When permitted entry by Oliver’s verbal consent and pushing the door open, Fosse had completely regained his calm and steady demeanor, standing attentively to the side with a slight bow as usual.

Good day, esteemed Your Highness.”

Although Loyel had occasionally caught glimpses of the young lord these past few days, he had inexplicably felt unsettled. Until now.

The moment his gaze met those beautiful blue eyes shimmering with amusement, his heart immediately settled.

The fleeting relaxation in the typically stern-faced vice knight captain’s expression might have been difficult to detect with the naked eye, but it certainly couldn’t escape the god-king’s omnipresent divine sense.

Thinking of the upcoming conversation and the difficult task he was about to assign, Oliver couldn’t help but smile slightly and deliberately teased, “Loyel, you seem to have let out a sigh of relief. Why is that?”

Caught off guard by the prince noticing his emotional shift, Loyel paused in embarrassment before answering honestly, “My apologies, Your Highness. It’s just that these past few days… you didn’t seem like your usual self.”

Oliver motioned for him to rise without directly addressing his comment, seemingly changing the subject: “You and Spire should have been among the first in Gregor to learn the news from the royal capital.”

Loyel’s heart stirred as he looked incredulously at the prince, who appeared even more radiant and divinely majestic than before. He unconsciously clenched his fist, unable to conceal his tension: “But those are just rumors, aren’t they?”

Like Fosse before him, his first thought was: ‘If that were true, how could His Divine Highness possibly remain in insignificant Gregor?’

As useless subordinates, they would be forever abandoned.

Oliver clearly had no intention of tormenting this loyal vice knight captain. Sensing his anxiety, he immediately repeated verbatim what he had just told Fosse.

Loyel’s reaction was exactly as he had anticipated—without the slightest hesitation, the previously dejected bear of a man immediately forgot his usual strict adherence to etiquette and eagerly said, “I am willing! No, I beg you to permit me… Thank you for permitting me…”

“I have never doubted either of your loyalty, just as I have never doubted your capabilities.”

Oliver subtly winked at Fosse, who had already sensed something, then smiled and said, “Your willingness to become my eternal servant, to follow and serve me even after death, brings me great joy. However, before the day your mortal form perishes, I still need you to accomplish several tasks for me.”

Loyel tightly closed his eyes, unable to control himself, kissing the edge of the robe repeatedly as he whispered, “I would gladly give my life to fulfill any wish of yours.”

“Your life and soul already belong to me,” Oliver emphasized with an amused smile, not giving Loyel time to show his rare panic.

He calmly corrected his previous statement, then said with an air of nonchalance, “What I need you to do is far less dangerous than you might think.”

Loyel held his breath and listened intently, only to feel as if a thunderbolt had exploded beside his ear the next moment.

“Loyel, I need you to replace Duke Oliver Musta and become the new King,” Oliver said with a smile. “Before you all follow me back to the divine realm, I need you to lead the people of this vast territory and establish a new order that can function healthily without the intervention of a king or nobles. Can you do it?”

Fosse’s breath hitched for a moment, instinctively turning to look at Loyel.

Sure enough, the vice knight-captain was utterly stunned.

He stood frozen in place for a long while before being roused by those smiling blue eyes. Flustered, he released the edge of the robe he had been clutching, cold sweat breaking out instantly. “But—”

His absolute loyalty to the young lord destined him unable to say “no.” Yet, for the same reason, he couldn’t bring himself to say “yes.”

“Loyel,” Oliver chuckled, “could it be that you, who wouldn’t hesitate to offer your life and soul, would retreat because of such a small matter?”

“No, Your Highness,” Loyel stammered, his mouth dry, hating for the first time his own lack of eloquence. “But… this is Your…”

“The Lord of the Divine Realm already has enough to worry about,” Oliver said naturally. “Matters of the mortal world should, of course, be resolved by you, who are still human. Of course, to ensure everything proceeds smoothly, I will handle some minor troubles during the coronation ceremony. The identity of the new King is no comfortable position for leisurely enjoyment—consider it the greatest and final test.”

Those trivial matters didn’t really require the god-king’s personal intervention—there were plenty of deities eager to curry favor, willing to publicly perform divine miracles to crown the bewildered new king.

No matter how sacred the royal bloodline, it could never compare to the blessing bestowed by a deity.

What He gave Loyel was indeed a rather troublesome task.

Compared to all previous kings, in Oliver’s plan, the new King would primarily serve as a spiritual symbol presiding over the newly formed upper and lower councils—a mascot for a smooth transition, more akin to the modern concept of a royal family in a political system.

The surviving old-school nobles would inevitably resist relinquishing their power, but with the new King’s strong support, the rise of council members elected by commoners was unstoppable, and the transition was inevitable.

Oliver initially thought this transition would require a very long time and couldn’t be resolved entirely through gradual influence…

But from the moment He reclaimed His position as god-king, everything changed completely.

As the most powerful existence, He didn’t need to be overly “reasonable”—yet, as a deity, He shouldn’t interfere excessively in the development of humanity.

In His former human identity, He pointed the way forward.

But the specific path to take thereafter should be decided by “humans.”

“Regardless,” Oliver said with serene detachment, “I am your greatest support. Be at ease, and devote yourself to this task.”

Loyel had never felt so at a loss before.

But you are the one who carries the sacred royal bloodline—no, a divine power far more sacred than that—the exalted being who deserves all worship and reverence.

“My initial choice was actually Fosse,” Oliver said with a gentle smile. “But Fosse has been by my side longer and is slightly older. I couldn’t bear to overburden him, so I chose you, who is equally loyal and reliable.”

Fosse bowed gracefully, becoming the final straw that made it impossible for Loyel to refuse: “I will spare no effort to fulfill whatever His Highness desires.”

“But I don’t even know what your wishes are,” Loyel murmured. “I… don’t know what is ‘right’.”

His greatest fear… was that his actions might disappoint His Highness.

“Oh, Loyel, don’t be so arrogant. Absolute ‘rightness’ is something even God cannot achieve.”

The god-king’s eyes seemed to shimmer with light, his tone gentle and amused: “You only need to lead them along the first stretch of this new path. Whether it’s truly right will be proven by time.”

Miraculously, Loyel’s constantly wavering heart was completely soothed by these words.

“…If this is your wish.”

Thus, before the deputy knight captain’s mind had fully cleared, he instinctively nodded in agreement.

Oliver: “Excellent.”

The next moment, the smiling god-king transported him to the royal capital using divine power.

Then, with the efficient cooperation of the god of light, he received the deity’s blessing in full view of everyone—within a day, he was enthroned as the new king by the previously panicked nobles.

“The affairs of the royal capital alone will keep Loyel thoroughly occupied for some time.” After sensing the subsequent events in the capital through divine sense, Oliver felt relieved and turned to Fosse, speaking affectionately: “Then everything here, and assisting him… I’ll entrust to you for now, my butler.”

Fosse’s heart skipped a beat instinctively, but soon, the faint burning sensation from the mark his little lord had “branded” deep in his soul using divine power brought him profound reassurance.

He no longer feared separation.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

He bowed with his usual meticulous precision.

Then he stood straight-backed, watching as the ‘Oliver’ before him gradually lost the light in his eyes with the withdrawal of the divine consciousness.

The corners of his mouth involuntarily curved slightly, revealing a proud smile.

Indeed.

Before he could join his little lord permanently, there were still many things he could do for him.

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Deities do not require sleep.

The god-king, with his divine power fully restored, certainly didn’t need it either.

After leaving Gregor, with a mere thought of divine sense, he swept into the nation of Neighboryn and sighed helplessly at the sight of the golden giant cat that had arrived before him—casually pressing a dark, misty entity with its soft, furry paw pad.

That was the king of Neighboryn, the instigator who had caused the sudden plague outbreak in the capital, leading to tens of thousands of deaths.

Oliver didn’t even bother to learn its name—recently deceased and still retaining most of its memories from life, it clearly couldn’t accept the reality of its sudden demise and struggled desperately.

But all efforts were futile: unaware of the terrifying existence it faced, it resembled a fly pinned by a leisurely giant cat, its struggling strength gradually fading.

“You’ve already shattered it.” Oliver chuckled helplessly. “I had a few questions for it, but you beat me to it.”

The Divine Empress, growing increasingly adept at using his innocently adorable cat-like face to charm his way through situations, predictably employed the same tactic again.

“Did wait, Ollie, It’s Ollie, took too long.”

He emphasized with utmost seriousness, wearing an utterly innocent expression, and swiftly released the tragically flattened black ‘star,’ allowing its dazed form to wobble unsteadily upward.

“Its soul, too filthy,” he remarked nonchalantly, flicking his tail. “Not want it, near Ollie.”

“Hmm.” The god-king gazed at him with fond exasperation, smiling softly. “Since it’s already like this, let’s leave it for Deyth… Do you still want to hold hands, my kitty?”

“Want!”

No sooner had the words been spoken than the previously languid golden giant cat swiftly responded, instantly shifting back into the form of a golden-haired youth.

His demeanor was perfectly composed, though his beautiful cat ears trembled slightly with delight, and that conspicuous tail stood high, betraying his excellent mood.

However, he was clearly not as easily diverted as he had been a year ago.

The moment their hands clasped, she persistently asked, “Ollie, why so long?”

The god-king replied with a warm smile, “Would you like to go to the royal capital first, or return to the divine realm now?”

“Divine realm.” After answering, he couldn’t resist asking again, “Ollie, why—”

“Would you like to hear the story of why I left the divine realm back then?” The god-king spoke unhurriedly. “I haven’t told the others about it yet.”

The Cat-eared God: “Want to hear.”

Thus, the two deities walked hand in hand, intimately and leisurely stepping upon snow-white, fluffy clouds, chatting idly as they made their way back to the divine realm in the most dawdling manner possible.

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