Yugioh Reginald Kastle Novels & Stories

After reading it, Andrius instructed, “Noir, register me for the Grand Medicinal Competition under the name of the Wolf King!” “Got it!” ... At the same time, in the Forbidden Palace in Kiyoto, Registus’ face was gloomy as he looked at the two Warzone Masters and the six War Gods below him. “Does anyone have any ideas?” He used every method he could think of to take control of the western region’s Lycantroops but failed repeatedly, leaving him frustrated and dejected.

He had a look of pure delight on his face. Just behind Cheryl, a dashing young man in a burgundy suit in his early twenties stepped forward. He held an ornate box and, with a respectful bow and a warm smile, said, "Reginald, may your fortune be as vast as the Eastern Sea and your life as long as the Southern Mountains. I am Wasyl Abbott, the heir to the Abbott Group."

"Wait... y-you don't know?" "Know what?" I probed further. Riley hadn't said anything yet, but the look on his face confirmed that whatever was going to leave his mouth was bad news. I'd rather not hear it, but oblivion wouldn't last forever. "Spit it out, boy!" Granark scolded with impatience. "What has happened to Reginald?" Riley wet his lips. "King Reginald is dead. He passed away a couple of weeks ago."