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Skylus looked up at Uncle Manu who was holding him in his arms.

Right now, the Moon Priest was sitting on the back of Brother Tteokbokki, Neoma noona’s Soul Beast, in his adult dragon form. Brother Trevor was also with them. They weren’t falling from the flying dragon because of Brother Trevor’s magic device.

[Instead of putting a saddle on Brother Tteokbokki, Brother Trevor created a seat similar to a car’s backseat. It also came with seatbelts. I don’t know what a car and a seatbelt are, but they are what keep us safe at the moment.]

<“Skylus, please save me…”>

That voice again!

“Uncle Manu, can you hear that voice?” Skylus asked while looking around. “Someone is calling me and asking for my help…”

“Ignore it, little guy,” Brother Trevor said even before Uncle Manu could even open his mouth. “We’re up here, and we’re about to open the portal now. If someone is calling you, that only means the enemies have set up a trap for us.” He stood up and looked ahead as if he could see something that Skylus and Uncle Manu couldn’t. “Ah, dammit. I guess it’s too late to ignore the trap now.”

Skylus noticed that Uncle Manu’s arms around him tightened protectively. “Uncle, are we being attacked?”

.....

“It’s alright, Prince Skylus,” Uncle Manu assured him. “With Tteokbokki and Trevor here, no one can harm you.”

“Why aren’t you including yourself?” Brother Trevor complained to the Moon Priest. “The new saint is your responsibility, not mine.”

“Of course, I’ll protect the new saint. But my expertise is defense, not combat,” Uncle Manu said. “I’ll leave the fighting to you and Tteokbokki, Trevor. Thank you in advance.”

“Wow,” Brother Trevor complained again. “You’re shameless, Moon Priest.”

Uncle Manu ignored Brother Trevor, but he stood up in a hurry and raised his hand. A semi-transparent shield shaped like a half-moon appeared and blocked the huge flaming boulder that fell from the sky. “I’m pulling my weight here, young sorcerer.”

“Just continue doing that, Moon Priest,” Brother Trevor said, standing up. “More are coming.”

Brother Trevor was right.

All of a sudden, hundreds of flaming boulders suddenly lit up the sky.

“Should I continue flying?” Brother Tteokbokki asked. “It’s obvious the enemies want me to descend by threatening us this way.”

“Yeah, don’t stop,” Brother Trevor said. “The Moon Priest will protect us from those rocks while I create a portal. I can’t be bothered dealing with those stupid meteors, so let’s just run away.”

“You’re going to open a portal now, Brother Trevor?” Skylus asked worriedly. “But we’re still a bit far from the Activation Point…”

The ‘Activation Point’ was the spot where Brother Trevor was supposed to open a portal connected to the Royal Palace. Even for a genius sorcerer like Brother Trevor, teleportation was a hard skill to perform, especially if it involved opening a portal.

Hence, Brother Trevor had to cut short the distance as much as possible before opening a portal. That was what Activation Points were for.

“Are you going to be okay, Brother Trevor?”

“No, I’ll probably cough up a good chunk of blood,” Brother Trevor said bluntly. “But it’s okay, I won’t die.”

Skylus felt his heart squeeze painfully out of guilt. “I’m sorry, Brother Trevor. Because of me…”

“It’s not your fault, Prince Skylus,” Uncle Manu said, frowning at Trevor. “Watch your mouth, sorcerer.”

Brother Trevor shrugged. “I only listen to my Moon Princess~”

“Hey, stop fighting,” Brother Tteokbokki scolded Brother Trevor and Uncle Manu while he was slowing down until he finally stopped moving. Hence, they were now suspended in the air. “Don’t you find it strange that the meteors aren’t falling yet? Perhaps…”

“Yeah, it’s a sorcerer,” Brother Trevor said, frustrated. “My self-proclaimed brother is definitely behind this. What was that bastard’s name again?”

Skylus could hear Brother Trevor speak, but he couldn’t understand what he was saying.

[Argh!]

He closed his eyes tight.

After all, a static suddenly rang loudly in his head. Before he knew it, he was already clutching his head tight because of a splitting headache. Aside from that, blurred and unfamiliar visions also began flooding his mind.

“Prince Skylus?” Uncle Manu asked worriedly. “What’s happening?”

Vision.

He just received an urgent vision from Lord Yule himself.

“Brother Tteokbokki, we must descend.”

Skylus said that before he opened his eyes and turned to Brother Trevor and Uncle Manu.

Both Brother Trevor and Uncle Manu looked surprised, so his eyes were probably glowing at the moment. His divine power was activated when he received the vision.

Ah, no.

[It’s more precise to say that it was an order from Lord Yule.]

“Brother Trevor, Uncle Manu, we have to give up on Neoma noona’s plan,” Skylus said sadly. “Whatever the enemies demand, we must comply. It’s the only way Neoma noona would come out unscathed tonight.”

***

TREVOR wasn’t the type to listen to other people who weren’t Princess Neoma.

But since Skylus– the new saint– said complying with the enemies’ demand was the only way to protect his Moon Princess tonight, he decided to suck it up.

[I can’t ignore the warning of the Moon Saint.]

“I didn’t expect you’d descend without picking up a fight.”

Trevor rolled his eyes at Regina Crowell, and the sorcerer who claimed to be his brother five years ago. “As expected, it’s you.”

When Tteokbokki landed on the vast field where the crows were waiting for them, Regina Crowell and the sorcerer greeted his group.

It was obviously a trap since the entire field was surrounded by a powerful barrier.

[This means we cannot escape since the barrier is also suppressing our power.]

That was why Tteokbokki failed to turn into his human form. The red dragon only managed to shrink in size. Hence, right now, the Soul Beast was the size of an adult horse.

[The fact that they were waiting for us here proves they know we were at the Quinzel Estate.]

Anyway, Regina Crowell and the sorcerer weren’t alone.

“Dion Skelton,” Manu, who was standing behind him while holding Skylus in his arms tightly, whispered. “And that’s Hendrik Benedict– the captain of the Holy Knights.”

Dion Skelton and Hendrik Benedict were both cuffed and blindfolded.

[Those cuffs are a magical device that is meant to suppress divine power.]

Dion Skelton and Hendrik Benedict weren’t gagged, but Trevor could tell the two were trapped under a spell that prevented them from speaking.

Hah!

[Princess Neoma and I made sure that the crows wouldn’t realize that Dion Skelton and the Holy Knights have regained their memories before we left the Astello Temple. So, how did they realize this quickly that the Astello Temple was no longer on their side?]

“Why do you look surprised?” Regina Crowell asked, scoffing. “Neoma de Moonasterio isn’t the only person who can use her brain here.”

“That’s a surprise,” Trevor said playfully. “I thought you were going to stay depressed after your heist failed thanks to my Moon Princess’ big brain.”

Regina Crowell just rolled his eyes at him.

“How long are you going to ignore me, Brother?”

Of course, it was the sorcerer who claimed to be his brother five years ago.

“I would have greeted you, but I failed to remember your name,” Trevor said, shrugging. “You see, my brain is already occupied by Princess Neoma and anything related to her. I don’t have enough space in my head to remember insignificant people.”

The sorcerer just scoffed at his taunting. “You should remember the name of the person who will kill you later, Brother– and it’s Dilan Crowell.”

“Pfft.” Trevor held back his laughter when he remembered a certain anime series that he binged-watched with Tteokbokki when they were in Korea. “Dilan Crowell, if we were in another dimension, you would have already died after I wrote your name on a certain dangerous notebook.”

Of course, Dilan Crowell looked confused by what he said.

Trevor didn’t offer an explanation.

He didn’t have time to do since, out of nowhere, they heard loud cries around them.

[Huh? Why are there children here?]

A magical carriage appeared behind Dilan Crowell.

It was the type of carriage that looked ordinary, except for the fact that it could hold at least twenty adults inside.

[Wow. A magical device that takes a vehicle’s form is rare and difficult to make.]

Perhaps Dilan Crowell did inherit the Kessers’ magical abilities.

“Those aren’t ordinary children,” Manu whispered in disbelief while watching the crying boys step out of the carriage. The boys looked like they were around six or seven years old. And the button-down shirts they wore were obviously too big for them. “Those are the Holy Knights of Astello Temple…”

Dion Skelton and Hendrik Benedict both flinched.

[At least, they can hear us.]

Trevor looked at Regina Crowell with a little seriousness on his part. “Is it your newfound hobby to turn people into children?”

.....

Regina Crowell’s mouth stretched wide in a sneer.

He didn’t need to hear the wench’s verbal response because he knew that only Regina Crowell could turn the Holy Knights into little children.

That would be a problem later.

[Regina Crowell now has a good command over her special power.]

“A baby saint like me…”

Trevor snapped out of his thinking session when he heard Skylus speak.

Then he saw a boy– who was obviously older than the new saint– step out of the magical carriage.

[Did Skylus inherit Neoma’s quirk of seeing everyone as little children?]

“We’re not here to fight with you, gentlemen,” the boy with rosegold hair and sparkling eyes said in a gentle and calm voice. “We just want you to give us a ride. Shall we go to Prince Calyx’s birthday banquet together?”

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