Isanna opened her eyes and turned to look at the archbishop's grandson. He seemed approachable, though upon closer inspection, he looked a little foolish.
However, she did not dare form such a one-sided first impression.
To be favored by a Legend and even able to joke and tussle with him, their relationship had to be extraordinary. An ordinary grandfather-grandson relationship could not reach that level.
"I'm from the North Ilsi Kingdom."
"The Church of Life in the North Ilsi Kingdom?" Velin asked.
Hearing this, Isanna slowly replied, "I was born in the North Ilsi Kingdom, but a hundred years ago, I followed my teacher to the Holy Life Kingdom and became a regional bishop. Still, you're not wrong to think so. After all, that is my homeland."
"Speaking of the North Ilsi Kingdom, we once fought alongside them."
"You mean the war to conquer the Metaxia Plane?" A hint of curiosity appeared on Isanna's face as she asked.
"That's right." Velin nodded. "But I was still very weak back then, nowhere near as powerful as I am now."
"If I may ask, what was your strength at the time?" A strange glint flickered through Isanna's eyes as she spoke calmly.
"Low-tier Soul Intent Knight."
After saying that, Velin secretly observed Isanna's expression, wanting to see her reaction.
After hearing this, Isanna maintained a calm expression on the surface, without the slightest emotional change, but inwardly, she was utterly astonished.
Only twenty-seven years had passed since the expedition to the Metaxia Plane. That meant he had grown into a High-tier Soul Intent Knight in such a short time.
Judging by the faint aura around him, he was not the sort of High-tier Soul Intent Knight who had only just broken through.
When he failed to see shock in her eyes, Velin