Father and Son

Dawn City returned to its old peace, with even more laughter and cheer than before.

Not only had the Lord's sworn enemy been sealed away for ten years, but the various factions would also gradually swallow up most of the Magic Sanctum's territory during that time. By the end, its headquarters might be all it had left.

The Magic Sanctum still had deep reserves, after all. With its nine Magic Towers defending its headquarters, ordinary attackers stood no chance of reaching it without a Saint leading them.

But one thing was deeply frustrating.

Spirit Saint had been sealed away too quickly.

Dawn City had seized the Spirit Hall that he had moved into the sky above it.

Tsk, tsk.

What a goddamn loss.

There was no other way to put it.

Apart from the Space Ring on his finger, Spirit Saint had kept his entire fortune inside that several-thousand-meter-tall Spirit Hall. How much wealth did a Saint possess?

No one could say for sure.

But a veteran Saint like Spirit Saint certainly had no shortage of treasures. His Magic materials alone were probably worth more than an entire Human Kingdom.

And so...

William watched helplessly as Rogers casually took it away. Rogers then glanced at him and said in the tone of a man lecturing a child, "What does a kid need that much money for? As a Professional, you can't rely on outside help if you want to grow strong. You have to rely on yourself.

"Just look at me."

Clad head to toe in Divine Artifacts, Rogers paused to think after saying that. "I hardly ever use these Divine Artifacts when I fight, so just focus on your training."

"Oh!" The Prince stared blankly. Thinking back to how Rogers had sealed Spirit Saint away, had the man done