When they saw Tyr step down from the carriage, excited smiles appeared on the faces of Ivelina and Lanier.
Although Tyr's appearance had changed significantly over the past seven years, the Lanier couple recognized him at a single glance.
However, as the person in the other carriage stepped down, the smile on Lanier's face instantly froze.
Look, who did he see?
The Saintess of the Temple, Carenna Aglaia.
Ever since recognizing Tyr, Carenna had warned him not to tell Lanier and Ivelina that she was traveling with him.
When they neared the Marquisate of Lanier, Carenna had even specially ordered someone to switch carriages to prevent anyone from realizing that someone from the Temple was inside.
And everything she did was for this very moment.
Seeing Lanier's astonished expression, Carenna sneered. Her figure flashed, appearing right in front of Lanier, her hands enveloped in golden Holy Power.
Stepping forward, bending her knees, leaning in, she raised her fist and delivered a powerful, charged punch.
“Bam!”
The punch connected solidly with Lanier's stomach, sending him flying like a brilliant shooting star.
Carenna kicked off the ground with force, launching herself into the air as well.
Once a transcendent reached the Seventh Circle, they gained the ability to fly through the air.
Catching up to Lanier, Carenna raised her slender leg and slammed it down hard onto him.
“You bastard who eloped with someone else's sister without saying a word! You deserve to be purified by holy fire!”
Carenna cursed as she fought, her fists raining down on him.
Lanier did not dare to strike back at all and could only take the beating passively. After all, he was entirely in the wrong in this matter.
Back then, to avoid being discovered by the Council of Elders of House Callis, they had not notified anyone and simply “evaporated from the face of the earth.”
As early as when he returned to the Marquisate of Lanier, Lanier had anticipated that such a day would come.
It was just that Carenna was still on the Celestial Battlefield at the time, and the Pope could not leave for the moment either, which was why it had been delayed until now.
But this beating, though late, had finally arrived.
“Sister.”
Ivelina was also stunned by the sudden turn of events. After a brief moment of shock, she hurriedly rushed up to stop the fight.
“Sister, stop hitting him! It was my own choice to leave with him.”
When they left the Grand Duchy of Callis back then, Lanier had indeed asked for Ivelina's opinion.
At that time, Ivelina was also at an age of youthful impetuousness. On a whim, she and Lanier hit it off immediately and ran away without saying a word.
“Ivelina, don't stop me! Today, I am definitely going to beat this bastard to a pulp.”
In Carenna's eyes, Lanier was just a punk who had abducted her younger sister.
When she first learned that Ivelina had eloped with Lanier, Carenna felt as if her world had collapsed.
She simply could not believe that her always well-behaved and sensible younger sister would actually do such a thing.
Naturally, whether it was Carenna, the current Pope, or the former Pope, they all blamed the entire matter on Lanier.
If not for that “punk” kid, how could their well-behaved sister and daughter have done something so rebellious?
If not for the sake of Ivelina and her nephew, Carenna would have wanted to blast Lanier with holy fire right then and there.
“Ivelina, I'm fine. We made them worry back then, so it's only right to let Lady Carenna vent her anger now.”
Lanier was quite clear about his own past actions. He allowed Carenna's fists to rain down on him without making any excuses.
“No, your face is already swollen,” Ivelina said, looking at Lanier with heartache. She then turned around and said fiercely, “Sister, stop it right now, or I will never speak to you again!”
Hearing this, Carenna was absolutely furious. What kind of love potion had this kid fed her sister?
Her sister used to be nothing like this.
At this moment, in the sky above the Marquis's mansion, one was beating, one was getting beaten, and one was trying to stop the fight. It was a complete mess.
At the entrance of the Marquis's mansion, Tyr and Sevira watched the farce in the sky in a daze.
“Well, kid, now you don't have to agonize over how to reunite with your family,” Ao Chen said, stroking his long whiskers as he rested on Tyr's shoulder.
“So, is this supposed to be a happy situation?”
Looking at it from Ao Chen's perspective, his aunt had indeed been a huge help.
As for his old man getting thrashed, in Tyr's view, people who constantly flaunted their affection deserved to be taught a harsh lesson.
He knew very well that his aunt wouldn't actually do any real harm to his father, so watching Lanier get beaten brought absolutely no burden to his conscience.
“For your father, probably not.”
Ao Chen looked up. Lanier's head had already swollen to twice its size.
“Actually, not necessarily. After all, what happened back then was indeed my father's fault. Now that he has returned to the Marquis's mansion, this past affair with the Aglaia family cannot just be left unresolved forever.”
“In other words, this beating was inevitable. Once the beating is over, this matter can finally be considered resolved.”
“My uncle and aunt coming at him one by one is still better than a tag-team beating.”
Looking at his aunt's reaction, Tyr figured that the old man probably hadn't gone to the Aglaia family to “beg for forgiveness” since his return, right?
“How do you know your aunt will only beat him once? Maybe when your uncle takes his turn, your aunt will rush up and join him for a tag-team beating.”
Ao Chen chuckled. Eloping with someone's sister, and a single beating is supposed to settle it?
If anyone had dared to elope with his sister back in the day, he would have thrashed them every single time he saw them.
Tyr: “...”
Hiss... That actually seemed quite possible.
Forget it. He couldn't help with this kind of thing anyway, so he could only silently mourn for his old man in his heart.
In an ordinary family, one could at least step in to break up the fight, but these people could fly, and Tyr couldn't even reach them.
“Hello, Young Master Tyr. I am Sylvia, Marquis Lanier's exclusive maid. Let us head inside the manor to wait first.”
Seeing that they were still standing outside, Lanier's exclusive maid, Sylvia, spoke to Tyr respectfully.
“Alright.”
This was the first time Tyr had met Sylvia. When Lanier eloped with Ivelina back then, he had not taken anyone with him.
As Lanier's exclusive maid, Sylvia had been left behind to manage the affairs of the marquisate.
After all, after Lanier became the Marquis, Tyr's grandparents had gone traveling and settled down in the relatively mild southern part of the empire.
If Lanier had taken Sylvia along as well, the marquisate would have lost its backbone.
Not only that, but Ivelina's personal maid had also been left behind.
For the two maids, those days were truly filled with unforgettable, bitter tears.
Especially for Ivelina's maid. At that time, she had opened her eyes only to find that the young lady had left a note and vanished.
What a miserable life.
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