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The father of young Hydral winked at the girl, "He truly loves you."

"Father."

"Ahahaha, your big boy is shy, little Seraphina."

Ignoring Ansel\'s warning tone, Flamelle looked at the slightly relaxed and gradually blushing Seraphina, and laughed heartily, "Go hug him. Tell him not to worry about you."

"FATHER."

Ansel\'s voice was slightly cold, "Enough is enough."

The man raised his hands innocently, indicating he wouldn\'t say anything more.

Standing behind Ansel, Seraphina was silent for a moment, then without hesitation, she bent down and wrapped her arms around Ansel\'s neck.

"Ansel..." The girl gently rubbed her cheek against Ansel\'s, "Just like Mr. Flamelle said, don\'t worry about me."

"I... I am indeed very afraid, afraid that you will meet such an end, but—"

Seraphina Marlowe, the brave girl who pulled Ansel out of the jaws of fate, spoke kindly in a language only the two of them could understand, "Aren\'t you always striving to change all this!"

"I believe you will definitely succeed... so, you must also believe in me, and not be gloomy all day because of what you said, okay?"

Ansel gently held Seraphina\'s arm and smiled silently.

It was not until this moment that the pact heads watching Ansel and Seraphina understood what Old Saville meant by "remarkable."

"This is truly..." Looking at Ansel\'s calm and peaceful expression, Lawrence murmured in disbelief, "Remarkable."

"Alright, Seraphina," the young Hydral responded gently, "I promise you."

Flamelle looked at his son, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and loudly said, "Alright, alright, we\'ve talked about so many serious topics, it\'s time to do something relaxing, Toradon—"

"…It\'s Tyrus, my lord."

The hulking man behind him grumbled.

"Oh right, it\'s Tyrus," Flamelle tapped his forehead, "It\'s a pity that only Tyrus is here, Longinus hasn\'t come back..."

"It\'s the Falcon, boss," Lawrence interjected.

"Eh, Falcon? Oh~ Falcon! Falcon is the head of the wind."

From beginning to end, Flamelle, who not only behaved in a refined and elegant manner, but also had a smooth and logical train of thought, without any signs of madness, shook his head, "Ah, I can\'t remember clearly anymore, never mind, as long as you guys remember."

He smiled at Seraphina, "Little Seraphina, although Ans says we have plenty of time, I, like Ephesande, don\'t have much time left."

"Although theoretically speaking, as long as I deal with Ephesande, there is basically no possibility of any accidents... but no matter how much I do, it\'s not as practical as you becoming stronger."

"Bearing the power of two pact heads, this is an anomaly that has never occurred before, indicating that your essence is extraordinarily powerful."

Flamelle stroked his chin, "If you fall into the abyss, there might be a chance to reach the sixth stage."

"That\'s not necessary, father," Ansel squinted slightly, "It\'s good enough for Seraphina to grow at her own pace."

"Hehe, that\'s true."

Flamelle, who had been staring at Seraphina, suddenly laughed and said meaningfully, "If little Seraphina really becomes the sixth stage, it may not necessarily be a good thing for Ans. Uh... no, we agreed not to talk about serious topics."

"Long... no, Tyrus." The man tilted his head, "Go ahead."

Tyrus inclined his head slightly, his colossal figure, akin to a war chariot, exuded an intimidating aura as he moved. He slowly advanced to the open space in the courtyard, standing there, his gaze fixed on... Seraphina.

"Marlowe."

His voice, deep and resonant like thunder, echoed, "I shall call you Mar."

"Uh..." Seraphina was momentarily taken aback, but quickly recovered, "Alright, Mr. Tyrus."

"Just Tyrus will do." Tyrus calmly looked at Seraphina, "Originally, Falcon and I were supposed to guide and test you separately, but Falcon is occupied with a task from our lord, so it falls to me."

Ansel gently patted Seraphina\'s hand, "Go... it may be difficult, but don\'t be afraid."

"…Yes."

Strength surged in Seraphina\'s heart as she boldly walked towards the open space in the courtyard, stopping about ten meters away from Tyrus.

"Generally speaking," Tyrus looked down at Seraphina, "the training of the next generation of pact head by the previous one is not necessary. I did not receive such training from my predecessor, but your situation, and that of the young lord, is different."

"The young lord currently only has you as a pact head, so you must bear more pressure, take on more responsibilities. I believe you understand."

"Of course!" Although Seraphina had to look up at Tyrus, she showed no signs of backing down, "And I can do it!"

"…Impressive spirit."

Tyrus nodded slightly, "But saying and doing are two different things. You, being only at the third stage, make such words unconvincing."

The corner of Seraphina\'s eye twitched slightly, but she had no rebuttal.

After reaching the third stage, both the power to ascend and the difficulty of ascension were no longer comparable to before.

To achieve the fourth stage, one must have a deep understanding of a certain essence, only then can they grasp the "scepter" symbolizing the rules. But the strongest beast essence that Seraphina currently possesses... is difficult to refine at this time.

In the original timeline, Seraphina didn\'t know how long she had been wandering, how many battles she had experienced, how many powerful enemies she had devoured, before she forged the supreme power of the Sky Wolf Emperor. But now, by Ansel\'s side, she basically doesn\'t have the opportunity for such bloody battles.

"However, as long as the lord is there, the young lord is safe—"

Tyrus\'s words suddenly stopped for some reason, he was silent for a moment before continuing, "In any case, you must seize every opportunity to become stronger, because there are not many beings in this world who dare to provoke Hydral, but once there are, it means…"

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