Harry was pleasantly surprised due to the new features of the personality scope. They would definitely help him a lot in the future.

He was in a jolly mode and was all smiles.

He reached the castle and entered the throne room, sat on his throne, and thought about what his next steps should be, all while having a bright smile that seemed plastered to his face.

Harry fell into deep thought, thinking on what to do next. He did not want to use the glass making or cement making injectables until he gained a loyal following in Lyrai.

To him, loyal followers were those who were mindless fanatics of his. The rest were just his normal followers who he would have his guard up against.

His goal was to create a cult in Lyria that centered around him.

You heard him right. A cult.

Harry rubbed his chin while sitting on his throne, slightly leaning towards the front ward direction when suddenly the large throne room doors opened.

Harry looked towards the doors with curiosity, wanting to see who visited him.

It was his mother and Aoi.

Harry smiled warmly and said, "Hey mom, hey Aoi. What happened?"

His mom said with a soft smile, "Nothing much. I just wanted to ask you a question."

Aoi did not say anything and just stared at him blankly, her red eyes focusing on him with such intensity that it made Harry slightly uncomfortable.

Harry laughed awkwardly due to Aoi's gaze and said, "Of Course mom, ask away. What should I answer?"

His mom did not waste any time and asked with her eyes staring straight into his, "Who are you? You're not my son."

It took a great deal of self control for Harry to stop his eyes from widening or showing and trace of shock or anxiousness. He did not want to give away any sign that her words even had a figment of truth.

It would be disastrous if he widened his eyes or showed a shocked expression, even just momentarily, under the eyes of Aoi and his mom who were glaring at him like a hawk glared at it's prey.

Harry said with an expression that showed confusion, "What do you mean mom?"

"Stop lying, you IMPOSTER. You are NOT Harry! My son does not behave like you in any manner at all! He is a silent and meek child who does not dare to speak up in front of people, even against the maids, let alone a whole gathering of farmers!", his mom shouted.

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