Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

After Ophelia finished telling the miraculous tale of the Giant's Sword, she kept her eyes fixed on Eric, whom she saw as her "prince," eagerly awaiting his reaction.

"Is that all?" Eric sighed. "I'm sorry, but I'm not the person you're looking for."

Ophelia was taken aback, flustered as she replied respectfully, "That's all."

Eric shook his head. "Perhaps you've never heard the stories of the Danish royal lineage, but I can assure you, I have no connection whatsoever to the rightful heirs of the old King of Gorm. Only they can effortlessly wield the Giant's Sword and access its memories in full."

Seeing Ophelia's earnest expression, Eric found himself inwardly amused.

To Ophelia's understanding, he must be undeniably the rightful heir to the Danish throne. However, Eric knew better; he and the old King of Gorm were worlds apart. Must he now claim some mysterious foreign ancestor?

"I can use the Giant's Sword and access its memories," Eric admitted, "but I know for a fact it has nothing to do with being a direct descendant of the old King of Gorm."

Ophelia's face darkened significantly—not with anger, but with a deep sense of disappointment and helplessness, akin to a devout believer abandoned by their revered deity.

Eric and Meyer exchanged glances, both surprised by Ophelia's intense reaction.

Concerned for his friend, Meyer nudged Eric, who reluctantly spoke up under Meyer's imploring gaze, "Are you alright?"

Eric's concern seemed to reignite hope in Ophelia. She looked directly at Eric and nervously asked, "Why do you deny this esteemed lineage so adamantly? Is it because of my previous disrespect?"

"Of course not," Eric shook his head with a smile, "I simply did not gain recognition for wielding the Giant's Sword due to being a direct descendant of the old King of Gorm. I conquered it."

This blunt truth left Ophelia, who had always shown him great respect, momentarily speechless. She lowered her head and murmured, "It's not that I look down on you, but even as a powerful mage, it's impossible to forcibly conquer the Giant's Sword! Please don't use this excuse to evade me, okay?"

Eric hesitated. How could he explain his abilities? With Meyer, he could be open, but Ophelia was not yet "one of them," and he saw no reason to reveal all his cards.

Eric's silence gave Ophelia a slight sense of satisfaction. She lifted her head and said, "If you have any doubts, please go to Greenland! There, you'll find evidence confirming you as the true descendant of the old King of Gorm."

Eric frowned slightly. How could he spare the time to go to Greenland and search for "evidence"? He was about to refuse when Meyer pulled him aside.

Looking at Meyer, Eric pondered for a moment before asking, "Where exactly is Greenland?"

Ophelia's eyes lit up. "Greenland is also Danish territory. It won't delay you more than three days!"

Three days? Perhaps three days late returning to Shanghai wouldn't matter. He could humor Meyer and see what sort of evidence Ophelia and her friends had to prove he was a member of the Danish royal family.

Decision made, Eric nodded. "Alright, I'll go with you to see. But you better have that so-called 'evidence' ready beforehand. I won't give you much time; I must leave within three days!"

At this moment, Ophelia was ecstatic. "Please rest assured, I'll arrange a private jet now. Tomorrow, we'll fly to Greenland. In three days, you'll not doubt your noble lineage!"

Eric waved his hand. "It's too early to discuss this now. To arrange the plane and tell those people outside to disperse. I don't want an audience."

By "those people," Eric referred to the monks from the Yelin Church and the knights guarding the Giant's Sword, disturbed by the energy fluctuations when Eric tested the sword. If not for knowing Ophelia and her friends were respected within the church, they would have stormed in long ago.

"Yes," Ophelia nodded respectfully and left the chamber with a pleased expression.

Soon, her excited voice echoed from outside, "Dear followers! Brave warriors! After nearly six hundred years of waiting, the rightful ruler has finally appeared..."

At first, there was silence outside, then erupted enthusiastic cheers.

Eric shook his head with a smile. Ophelia was broadcasting unconfirmed matters to everyone.

Confident in his identity, did he want to be "paraded" around? It seemed so, mostly...

At this moment, Eric became unusually interested in Ophelia's mentioned "evidence."

Ophelia's speech was not yet over, "King Gorm established the Kingdom of Denmark, giving our ancestors a happy and prosperous home.

"The 'Bluetooth King' Harald conquered all of Denmark and Norway, making Christianity the faith of our ancestors.

The 'Pirate King' Knut led our forebears in conquering all of England and Norway, expanding Danish territory to the banks of the Rhine, and establishing the mighty 'North Sea Empire.'

The 'Victory King' Valdemar united our ancestors to form the 'Crusaders,' crusading in Estonia, making Denmark once again a foremost power in Europe.

The 'Queen' Margaret, with the assistance of our forebears, established the 'Kalmar Union,' tightly binding Denmark, Norway, and Sweden together...

And shortly, under the leadership of the 'Magic King' Eric, we will surely achieve achievements that will not pale in comparison to those of our ancestors..."

"Magic King Eric, Magic King Eric..."
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The heavy stone door couldn't suppress the enthusiastic cheers. Eric could deeply feel the pounding hearts and the overwhelming emotions of those monks and knights.

In a mix of incredulity and dissatisfaction, he was displeased with Ophelia's presumption, unhappy with the nickname she had bestowed upon him. Though the title 'Magic King' did not diminish him, he was still somewhat displeased.

Sensing Eric's expression, Meyer couldn't help but worry for Ophelia. She gently grabbed Eric's hand, shaking it slightly, her eyes filled with hope for forgiveness.

Due to a slight guilt over causing Meyer some trouble and her deep appreciation for the bond she shared with him, after a sigh, Eric abandoned the idea of confronting Ophelia.

Just as Meyer was about to show Eric a beautiful smile of gratitude, the stone door opened, and Ophelia rushed in excitedly, saying, "Could you please come out and meet everyone?"

"You've gotten a bit of color, you want to open a dye house?" Eric sneered coldly without speaking.

Ophelia's face dimmed slightly, "If you don't want to, forget it."

Although Ophelia was speaking to Eric, her eyes glanced sideways at Meyer. Unable to resist her good friend's plea, Meyer once again grasped Eric's hand.

Slightly frowning, Eric stood up and said, "Let's go, we'll go out now."

Ophelia was full of joy and gratitude, and gave Meyer a grateful look, but found that her good friend was pale, so she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, it lethal if do