Transmigrated as a Ghost

Chapter 1131

1131  Chapter 1131

"Hey, Marcus, you can't be taking all the best moments for yourself. I was about to say the same thing, but now it will just seem like I'm copying you." Quillon complained, showing a hint of envy.

Lyra was his lover after all, and he was feeling a tad left out as Marcus took the lead in comforting her.

"Sorry, you'll have to act quicker next time. Also, I'm Irene right now, not Marcus. I don't really care what you call me in private but try not to make that mistake when we're in public. It would be a pain to try and cover it up, especially down here.

Quillon's expression became flustered as Marcus chided him for his slip up. He had gotten caught up in the moment and completely forgotten about their current environment. Thankfully he had not made this mistake in the presence of any of the Lamias.

"Thanks, to both of you. I'm glad to know that you're both on my side. I figured that would be the case, but it's reassuring to hear it said out loud." Lyra said, her lips forming into a bright smile. She felt truly blessed to have such close companions.

"Now what I plan on doing depends on the situation. If Petros wants to return to Tralenstein, I'm going to do everything in my power to do so. Even if I'm no longer one of Tralenstein's Great Knights, he's still my subordinate as far as I'm concerned. Being his commander, it's my duty to see him home safety even after all this time."

"Got it. I don't think that there's any force in this town that could hope to stop us. But what about Relia? We could end up causing a great deal of trouble for her." Marcus pointed out.

"That's true. I don't really care though. Petros' wellbeing is more important to me than whatever connections she has with this place. I'm not saying we need to slaughter everyone here, but if a show of force is necessary, I won't hesitate."

It was clear to see that Lyra was deadly serious about his. During the civil war in Tralenstein, she had lost thousands of people directly under her, and many that she would have considered friends. Learning that one of them was still alive, she believed that she should do everything she could for them.

"Okay, we've discussed what is likely the most heavy-handed approach we could take. However, there is still a major problem we haven't addressed. What if he doesn't want to return and would rather stay down here?" Quillon said, broaching the other possibility.

"As much as I don't want to admit it, he didn't seem to mind being down here. He's supposed to be a slave, someone's property with no real rights. Yet he looked happier just moments ago than he ever did for any of the time I knew him back in Tralenstein. So long as he not under some sort of charm and he says he wants to stay, I plan on accepting his wishes."

Marcus could tell that his old friend was forcing herself to look at the situation objectively. A part of her clearly wanted to simply abduct Petros and take him back to Tralenstein.

Still, she had remained levelheaded enough to understand that things were often not black and white. From her point of view, a close acquaintance was being held down here against his will, but that might not have truly been how he thought. Before enacting their own personal justice, they needed to fully understand the situation first.

"Well, all we can really do is wait for now." Marcus said, pulling out some food and drinks from his item box and laying them.

He and Lyra had just enjoyed a small feast, so this was mostly for Quillon, but it also allowed them to have something to take their minds off of things until Petros came back.

Fortunately, it only took a little more than an hour before he returned. Yisia personally came to their room to inform Marcus and Lyra that he had arrived.

When the two of them reached the lobby of the inn, they found him standing next to a Lamia.

The woman that was presumably his master had a youthful looking face with dark blue eyes and auburn hair.

After appraising her, Marcus found that she was fairly strong at level forty-seven and specialized in healing and earth magic.

'She doesn't appear to have any charm skills, and Petros didn't have the charmed status effect when I appraised him. I can't be certain for sure though.'

If Mrazivý was here and could use her Dragon Eyes, he would be almost a hundred percent confident in anything she found, but the creature appraisal skill was far from infallible. Effects occurring from a unique or Supreme Skill could easily avoid being detected by it.

"Are these the ones that know you?" The Lamia asked Petros.

"Yes. But only her. She was my commanding officer back when I still lived in Tralenstein." Petros responded, nodding his head towards Lyra.

He obviously did not recognize Marcus, but most likely assumed that he was part of Lyra's retinue.

"It is nice to meet you. I'm Jadzia Valenhart, Duchess of the Valenhart territory within Tralenstein. As Petros has said, he was once my subordinate. Might I inquire as to what your relationship is with him?"

The lamia standing next to Petros froze up when Lyra suddenly addressed her. She could feel an intense authority and pressure emanating from her.

Marcus for his part was surprised as well. Lyra usually acted pretty casually around him, quite similarly to how they had interacted back when they both still lived on earth. Yet now she was emitting an air of regality and supremacy in line with her high-ranking title.

'I suppose that this is necessary when she interacts with other bigwigs both domestic and foreign. I've only gotten a taste of it as an honorary prince, but I know that it's important to not let others look down on you as weak when you hold a position of leadership.' Marcus thought, seeing a side of his friend that she rarely showed to him.