Vic shrugged and pleaded:
"I understand. I won't disgrace my teacher, so could you rest for a while now?
"Whatever happens, at least save enough strength to write your final letter. It can't be too short, either. At the beginning, you can look back on your life, and in the middle, you can offer the church some advice, but you have to save the most prominent spot at the end for me. I believe most people who read your letter will skip the beginning and middle and only read the ending.
"Also, just saying it aloud won't count. Those big shots are so thick-skinned they can simply pretend they never heard it. Look, how long has my teacher been gone? And they already dare treat me like this."
Supported by Alfred, Kallen looked somewhat grave.
Taixisen's enormous figure began to dissipate. In the end, only an old man remained, slowly walking over. He was wounded and severely exhausted, but his face was ruddy, and he looked very spirited.
Mavario landed beside him and said, "I just contacted the church through the temporary communication magic formation constructed by the [War Scythe]."
"Yes, thank you for your efforts, my lord. You must have expended a great deal this time, too. I hope it won't have an irreversible impact on your future development."
Hearing this, Mavario smiled bitterly. "I'm your direct descendant."
"When Lord Marchetini chose you, you ceased to be. And I... ceased to be worthy."
Kallen's subordinates all saluted Taixisen:
"Greetings, my lord."
"Greetings, my lord."
Kallen gently pushed away Alfred, who was supporting him. His body swayed a little, but he insisted on saluting:
"Greetings, my lord."
Taixisen ignored Kallen. Of course, he ignored everyone else as well. In his eyes, everyone in this observation delegation was an opportunist.
After