In the castle hall, guardian angels and enticing demons quietly hid.
Shelley was sitting on the sofa reading a book, Richie was resting his chin in his hand beside her.
Shelley stroked his head and said softly, "Your father was a man who adhered to the knight's vow and doctrine."
"But he was a lich," Richie reminded, resting his chin.
"Okay, a lich. A lich who adhered to the knight's vow and doctrine. So, you also need to be a person who embodies the knight's spirit and doctrine."
"But I am not human either."
"Why are you so fixated on whether or not you are human?"
"Because..." Richie answered softly, resting his chin, "Humans do not welcome us; only power can rely on us. Mom, I really think Dad does not need to discuss anything with the church. We are liches, why should we participate in human affairs?"
Shelley helplessly stroked Richie's little head.
"Sweetie, one day you will understand your father's thoughts."
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