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In the ancestral grounds of the Black Raven Kingdom.

Watching the sparring ground he had walked through that was on the display trinket in front of him, the old man had an irritated expression on his face while he waited for the king's new friend to follow him into the forest.

As someone whose age would shock anybody in this generation, he had long learned the lesson to never take anything on face value.

He was someone who suspected everything and everyone, and of course, Elanev was also in this list.

Yet, as someone who was regularly seen sparring with the king, needless questions would arise if he disappeared without any reason.

Hence, he had decided to put out the bait to find the true intentions of this man, if any existed.

If he really was a spy, he might choose to follow the old man when he hobbled through the spot which was visible from the man's balcony.

Even though this was a simple plan, the old man had trusted that it would work mainly because of his suspicious behavior when he pa.s.sed through the field.

Yet, seeing the man just reach the field and look around before deciding to spar while waiting for the time of his fight with the king to arrive, the old man realized that he was possibly dealing with a smart individual.

After all, he couldn't count the number of spies and enemies he had led into traps simply by using their curiosity.

Deciding to think of more ways to test him, he went back to the Natural Energised Training Chamber and resumed absorbing the dwindling energy before looking with a frustrated expression at the last pile of Ker Gems which would barely last him a few months.

It seemed that the time for dire decisions would come soon.

…

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Lanthanor.

After coming home from school, Dalia was shocked to see her mother lifelessly lying on the black box which was the embroidery trinket.

Running forward and hurriedly shaking her mother's shoulders, she sighed with relief seeing her groggily open her eyes.

"Mum, you can't do this anymore! You'll work yourself to death! It's not worth it!"

Slowly picking herself up from the chair, Helena shakily walked towards the kitchen but fell on the sofa on the way due to losing energy.

Realizing what her mother wanted, Dalia quickly ran to the kitchen and got her a gla.s.s of water.

Sipping the water and finally regaining some color on her deathly pale face, Helena said, "What can we do? There are so many orders, and unless I work at least 16 hours a day, there's no way we can fulfill them all!"

"I know Mom, but burning yourself out is not the answer. Haven't you found anyone yet to help you?"

"No. I've asked around, but there aren't many who can be employed. There are only other small embroidery shops which have no interest in being employed by us. I'll keep looking, but I need to keep working while doing so."

Going to the kitchen and getting another gla.s.s of water, Dalia watched as her mother gulped it down before thinking for a bit and saying, "No mom, you rest. I'll go searching. No matter what, I'll find a way for us to finish all the orders without you having to work so hard."

Seeing the determination in her daughter's eyes, Helena smiled sweetly, knowing that a 10-year-old kid wasn't at all likely to come up with a solution to solve all their problems.

Still, she looked forward to what her daughter would do.

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In the slums in the City of Lanthanor.

Two women walked through the meandering streets with one looking around as if searching for something, while the other had a disgusted expression on her face.

"How much longer, Sister? Why are we even here? You said you will explain after we get somewhere… Where is that somewhere?"

Receiving no answer, she started grumbling to herself while following behind Sister Xuan who continued to search.

Finally, the two reached a small shack which had been cordoned off and had soldiers standing around it.

"The Humble Beginnings of our King"

A banner with these words could be seen on the door of the shack, while many people had formed a group and were looking at it while speaking excitedly among themselves.

Seeing Sister Xuan walk forward and read a plaque which had been set up near the entrance to the shack, Molan followed.

"The house where the King of Lanthanor, Daneel Anivron, spent his childhood. Page 167. "

"Page 167? What's that?"

Beside her, Sister Xuan also frowned before looking around and taking a book from the table of a store which was to the side.

As the two were under the effect of the spell which allowed them to pa.s.s anywhere they wished unhindered, it was as if the book had vanished into thin air.

"The King that Saved Lanthanor: Daneel Anivron"

This was the t.i.tle, and after turning to the indicated page, Sister Xuan started to read about the oppressed kid who grew up while training as hard as he could.

Seeing this, Molan was just about to ask again when Sister Xuan finally opened her mouth and gave the answer she had been waiting for.

"We are going to find out everything about the past of this King. Maybe then, I can find out whether the suspicion I feel is true or not."