The Church is the home of Prince Malin and will surely become the spiritual home of his children. As the two of them exchanged glances, a teleportation channel appeared on the open ground on the other side, perfectly formed with very noticeable white edges—indicating that the other party had proven their allegiance, prompting the guards to lower their raised firearms. Then, an old gentleman wearing a robe of the Church of Justice emerged. This made Wan Haimu and the dwarf in front of him stand up simultaneously. Onor, the Knight Commander stationed in the Farole diocese of the Church of Justice, unlike clerical roles such as an Archbishop, was the representative of the Church’s military force. Frankly speaking, although he was a mage, if it came to physical combat, combining the efforts of Wan Haimu and the dwarf in front of him wouldn’t be enough to match one of his hands. All were legendary, but legends differed, and Wan Haimu and the dwarf were truly no match for this Knight Commander. "Bishop Wan Haimu, Tower Master Hill, you are both here as well." Knight Commander Onor did not wear his armor today, but that didn’t stop his commanding presence. This man, with highland ancestry, stood at 1.9 meters, making Wan Haimu appear small by comparison, let alone Hill the dwarf. His presence did not make Wan Haimu feel threatened—everyone knew that Onor had come for one reason only: the child of Prince Malin and Grand Knight Matilda was to be the new apprentice of the Church of Justice—a contract established before the child was even born. After the child passed the tests, this became undeniable. The child’s aptitude for the blessing spell was evident to the naked eye, coupled with good physical qualities, making every Knight Commander in the Church of Justice eager to win the right to instruct the child. After all, the chance to mentor the offspring of a deity, even for legendary-based Knight Commanders, was too glorious to pass up, especially given the deity’s excellent relations with their own, and the child’s mother was a close ally of theirs. Knight Commander Onor had only recently been transferred here, suggesting that there must have been fierce discussions among the Knight Commanders regarding the right to educate the child. Wan Haimu certainly didn’t want to know, as the Commanders’ might likely outweighed his old head. "Lord Knight Commander Onor, you’re here regarding the offspring of Prince Malin and your Church’s Lady Matilda, correct." "Yes, this is part of the agreement between Prince Malin and our Lord; as the child’s mentor, I will do my best to aid this child." The Knight Commander smiled as he said this, "By the way, Tower Master Hill, you are here for Her Majesty the Queen, Lady Clovis, and Lady Rewo’s child, correct." "Of course, as the Tower Master of the Mage Tower and an old friend of Prince Malin, I am here today to test the children. Their talents grow each day, bringing joy to us mages. I believe that in time, a new mage family, born from Prince Malin’s bloodline, will undoubtedly lead the entire Mage Circle." Tower Master Hill said, noticing the official walking out, raising his eyebrows and beard with laughter: "Haha, my luck is here." Wan Haimu wasn’t concerned, after all, luck is something no one can define clearly. The young official approached, saluted the three, and with a proud smile, raised his eyebrows: "Honorable Tower Master Hill, I have seen Lady Rewo; she acknowledged your invitation." "Of course, may I enter now." The dwarf seemed eager. "Please wait a moment, Tower Master, I also saw Lady Maya, who invited Lord Wan Haimu inside to teach the children." The young official’s words elicited a sigh from the dwarf, while Wan Haimu smiled and nodded—the children’s teaching would take up the morning, meaning the dwarf wouldn’t have time to test their talents until afternoon tea. See, luck never favors anyone. At this thought, Wan Haimu looked towards the young official: "Can we go now." Truthfully, Wan Haimu didn’t like standing with Onor, feeling overwhelmed by him. "Please wait a moment, Lord Wan Haimu." The young official politely refused Wan Haimu, causing him to scrutinize Ao Ruol—this guy seemed really lucky too, it looked like Lady Matilda was also present today, suggesting perhaps all the ladies were in the palace; it’s intriguing... wait a minute. An answer popped into Wan Haimu’s mind, so shocking that he looked at the dwarf, then found the dwarf looking back at him with the same shock. The Thanans have a saying: great minds think alike, prompting Wan Haimu to look at the young official. He invited Onor: "When I entered the inner palace, I saw my master Mr. Malin; he said Lord Onor was outside and asked me to invite you in." This wasn’t presumption by the young official. In Farole, when a queen’s official welcomed a visiting noble, they referred to their prince as Mr.; and the term Mr. had its nuances. If an official introduced their Mr. with a proud smile, it represented the royal family’s utmost respect. At this, when did Prince Malin return? As Wan Haimu’s group entered the inner palace, this was Wan Haimu’s question, as it was everyone’s question. This question reached a peak when Wan Haimu saw the Thainan woman beside Prince Malin—who was she, why did she seem pregnant, and why did Prince Malin appear smaller, perhaps his paternal bloodline was affecting his appearance? "Lord Wan Haimu, good morning, my children are already waiting for you in the classroom." As soon as Prince Malin spoke, Wan Haimu knew it was really him—speaking in a genuine Carterburg accent made Wan Haimu, who had lived in Carterburg for seven years as a child, feel nostalgic. "Yes, Mr. Malin, however, could you please introduce me." Wan Haimu, looking at the Thainan woman, followed his curiosity and asked. "One of my beloveds." Malin smiled, satisfying the curious party with an answer. This left Wan Haimu thoroughly shocked—this was too presumptuous. He just realized he had demanded an answer from a deity. But Prince Malin didn’t mind; instead, he turned to Onor: "Knight Commander Onor, it’s been over a year since we parted at the Sacred Fort, and it seems you’ve progressed again." "Compared to Your Highness, I am merely a speck in the ocean." The tall man meekly lowered his head and saluted, "Your Highness, forgive my curiosity, where are you headed in this attire." Ah, Wan Haimu finally breathed a sigh of relief; curiosity wasn’t just his issue, as Onor seemed curious too. "I’m preparing to embark on an adventure with my Thainan friends to the lost continent in search of a document that may change human destiny." Prince Malin smiled as he answered. Onor knelt on one knee: "Prince Malin, please take me with you no matter what; fighting for human destiny is the greatest mission of our Church members!" "Are you not going to mentor my children?" Prince Malin asked with a smile. "While that is an honor, it pales in comparison to fighting for the fate of this world by Your side." The Knight Commander shyly conceded, but his determination made Prince Malin nod: "Alright, I can take you along, but you need to prepare your armor." "No problem, Your Highness, I’ll prepare immediately, please forgive me for opening a teleportation channel in Your palace." "No problem, go ahead. Oh, if you want to bring your attendants, that’s fine, but you can have no more than two spots; I don’t want to see two half-grown kids trailing after you causing trouble, nor do I want all Knight Commanders behind you, understood?" "Yes, Your Highness, rest assured!" The Knight Commander seemed very excited.