Meanwhile.
Three nights after Roland and Durontan signed the ceasefire agreement.
Within Highland City, at the headquarters of the Church of Dawn in the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom.
It was a vast cathedral no less magnificent than the royal palace, located in the eastern part of Highland City beside the sea. Exclusive church ports stood on both sides, with countless ships coming and going even at night, making the place exceptionally prosperous.
On the cathedral's highest floor, in an elegant study overlooking all of Highland City, two lavishly dressed figures sat facing each other.
"Godfather, why have you suddenly come?"
The young man seated below asked respectfully.
He had long golden-brown hair. His features were rugged yet refined, and he appeared to be only a little over twenty years old. Yet his aura had already reached the Saint Realm, deep and formidable.
He was Ares, Roland's second son, the current second-in-line heir to the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom and the Holy Son of the Church of Dawn.
The man sitting opposite him was none other than Augustin, the continent's undisputed strongest expert and the current legitimate Dawn Pope of the Church of Dawn.
Facing Ares's question, Augustin smiled warmly.
"What, am I not allowed to come?"
"Of course not. You can come whenever you wish. This is your second home. It's just that Father and Mother are on the Northern Great Plains and cannot receive you personally."
Ares scratched the back of his head and replied honestly.
Augustin shook his head. "Ares, I did not come to see your parents this time. I came to see you."
"Me?"
Ares's eyes lit up as he said excitedly,
"Godfather, are you planning to teach me more of the church's advanced combat secret arts?"
Augustin smiled, his expression meaningful.
"Ares, there is no need to