"Why?! A-are you getting rid of me?!" Yvain asked, fear arayal evident in his eyes.

  “Ain…” Man called his name softly.

  “I don’t want to go to school!” Yvain excimed. “Is this because of yreement with His Majesty? But you just returned! I don’t want to leave!”

  “Yvain, sit down,” Burn aernly, and the boy flinched in fear.

  The boy relutly sat, his head down.

  “Who taught you to raise your voice to your master?”

  Yvain knew what Burn looked like without raising his face. He khe man was looking down at him, his eyes glowing coldly.

  “Do you know everything your master has done for you?” Burn started. “Every agreement she made with me is for your sake, you brat.”

  “Caliburn, it’s okay,” Man grasped the man’s arm.

  “But I already have a Master, why would I o go to school?” Yvain asked in a low voice.

  “You are the king of a nation. Why else would you o go to a school other than to find your own allies a close to your enemies?” Burn pointed out. “Do you want to rely on your master forever?”

  Yvain protested, “B-but you didn’t go to school either, Your Majesty!”

  “That’s because I’m a bastard,” Burn said, sileng everyone around, wide-eyed toward him.

  Yvain remembered what Burn had said once when they had just known each other for several days. He said he hadn’t goo the academy because no one was worthy enough to teach him, a genius.

  Well, that was just part of the reason.

  The other part was clear now. It was because the queen, or his brother’s mother, hadn’t allowed him, the king’s bastard son, to enroll in any institution.

  “Your days as a lone ruler are gone. Your kingdom is within my snty. You are basically a freeloader now. At least be a useful one,” Burn cluded.

  Yvain held back tears. Yes, the thought of being useless and powerless haunted him, but being away from his master once more was scarier.

  “You will be enrolling at Saint Lucia Academy. The entraest is going to be held week, so we will travel there as soon as the preparations are set,” Burn instructed.

  He turo Gahad, saying, “After you secure Lord Wilderwood’s family, prepare three fake identities. I will tell you the details ter.”

  “And you will help smuggle us to Inkia. Host us in your mansion at the capital so it’s easier for us to unicate,” Burn said to Finn.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” Gahad said.

  “You want to enter Inkia? What are your pns now, Your Majesty?” Finn asked.

  Yvain flinched. For the first time since Burn reprimanded him, he raised his face. He thought the man was looking down at him in anger, but he was just smiling.

  “ns? I just want to make sure this little brat passes the entraest,” Burn grinned, grasped his head, and put a bit more pressure than usual.

  Yvain’s eyes wavered. Somehow, he felt that this man had ged. No. Even he himself had ged. “Does it mean…”

  “B-but aren’t y to invade Inkia?!” Finn asked in fusion.

  “Sure. But there are things I had to fix first,” Burn raised his head to the sky. “Some bastards are trying to blow this p up regardless of what they were ordered to.”

  “Dirk,” Burn called the man who was busily eating sihe start.

  The man swallowed the food in his mouth. “Yep?”

  “They have a sed White Dwarf,” Burn said.

  Dirk immediately turned serious. Wiping grease from his mouth, he said, “That’s surprising. Usually one division wouldn’t even have any White Dwarf. Not to mention a portable White Dwarf that be used on the ground.”

  It was strao think that this so-called “Lower Realm” even got the attention of a marquis' son from one of the Seven Heavens. No, it was the opposite.

  Why did they send a marquis' son to this “Lower Realm” in the first pce?

  Dirk slowly told him about this fact, but Burn shrugged. “So, what they wanted from this realm is more important than what it seemed.”

  “But how did you even know about that?” Dirk asked.

  “I have my own ways,” Burn answered. “That’s why you o hurry. I o get them before they actually decide to destroy this world.”

  Dirk groaned. “There’s nothing I do except wait, you know? But what are you going to do if they e and demand the White Dwarf?”

  “I will take care of that,” Burn nontly said. “In the meantime, do what I told you. You’re doing, right?”

  Gahad bowed, while Dirk and Fiantly nodded. Burn shooed them away to start w, while he was left with Man and Yvain.

  Enjoying the weather on a while, Burn muttered to himself. “Now what’s left is the Elves…”

  “I sent some words to them already. When do you want to meet them?” Man asked.

  “They wait, so let’s do it after we’re doing up the fake identity,” Burn said, and suddenly noticed Yvain seeming too quiet after all those protests. “What? Still sulking?”

  Yvain slightly turned his face away. “Why Saint Lucia? And why are you ing, and what’s with the fake identity?”

  “There are people I want you to meet there. Didn’t I tell you to get your own allies a close to your ehat’s why you he fake identity,” Burn expined.

  “Then why are you and Master ing too?” Yvain mutteringly asked.

  Burn smiled, gng at Man for a split sed before saying, “Well, don’t you need parents to see you off at the entrance ceremony?”

  Yvain turo him in shock. Seeing both his Master and Burn smiling at him, his jaw hit the ground.

  “HUH?!”

  The man ughed. He squeezed Man's hand in his, sav the sensation of toud temperature from her existence. She was just as pleasant, or even more now that his sense of touch had evolved.

  How could she survive in this world with a hand so small and delicate? The sun was lucky to even be able to shine on her being, he thought, for her skin absorbed and reflected the light seemingly better than anything else in the world.

  “For the fake identity, what do you want to be called, Madam?” Burn asked.

  “Hmm,” Man looked at him, her bluest of blue eyes seemingly warmed. “...Bunny. I like the sound.”

  “Fuck,” Burn frowned, feigning displeasure. “No. Not that.”

  “Why?” Man teased.

  “Alright, then I will be Momo. You like that?” Burn suggested.

  Man ughed, and instantly the atmosphere around them lightened. “Don’t threateh a good time, Caliburn.”

  “How about me?” Yvain asked, tired of their flirting, “Do I get a cute niame too?”

  Burn and Momo turo him, simultaneously saying, “You’re Evan.”

  “That’s just my h a different spelling though!”

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