The Goddess is indeed mighty.
Dick wouldn’t question his faith. Broadly speaking, whoever the Goddess favors is the successor to the God-chosen Knight, and the Naturalism Church’s reaction is irrelevant.
On a smaller scale, as a member of the Life Alliance and allies, when the Dark Knights attacked the Naturalism Church, the Sun Church had provided significant help. Now, asking you for a Mage apprentice isn’t too much, is it?
So what if it’s too much? This is the arrangement of the Goddess; who would dare to question her?
Dick simply had a personal dislike for Wayne, thinking his character was questionable and that the Goddess was a bit arbitrary in her choice. There are plenty of two-legged beings walking around; she could have definitely chosen a better one.
The delegates from the Sun Church saw Wayne clad in Armor, and seeing the Divine Envoy by Wayne’s side, Dick reaffirmed that everything was arranged by the Goddess.
Ah Xue: Do you even realize what you’re saying?
Ah Xue tried to speak, but Wayne grabbed her by the neck and pulled her behind him. A spore was shoved into her mouth, cementing her as a complicit party.
It was she who had led the Death Knight into the Sun Church!
On Wayne’s end, he had a warm meeting with the muscular men, and under the joyful gaze of Weyl, the second encounter went very smoothly.
To prove his identity was not fabricated, Wayne removed his Knight’s Armor, reformed it into the golden light, and revealed the Valkyrie’s figure, who personally acknowledged Wayne as her successor.
This was the arrangement of the Goddess, with the Divine Envoy present—there could be no mistake.
In reality, whether or not he explained himself made no difference. Wearing the Armor was the most powerful evidence; gods don’t err, and nobody, including the Valkyrie herself, would question anything.
Dick thought Wayne should join the Church at the speed of light. Although Wayne was only a successor at present, the Goddess had appointed him, and his destiny was set, it was all just a matter of time, and staying at the Naturalism Church was no longer appropriate.
Wayne hemmed and hawed, taking the opportunity to solidify his image as a grateful person.
The Valkyrie believed him.
Dick was skeptical. He thought Wayne didn’t have such high moral awareness, but then he thought, even if the Goddess had flawed judgment, she wouldn’t pick a lousy person to be a Knight. Perhaps he had misjudged.
Afterward, Dick asked the Valkyrie if she would like to return to the Church to live.
The Valkyrie politely declined, as she had almost completely lost her memory, and any remaining thoughts would be dedicated to teaching her successor. Returning to the Church held little meaning.
Of course, if the Church needed her help, she wouldn’t mind offering her strength.
Incidentally, she would also teach Weyl, who was very talented and might become a Knight in the future.
The muscular men were overjoyed, even happier than if they had found a Knight.
That night, Weyl continued to stay at Wayne Manor.
Chris continued tutoring, as the student was so slow that it took her a long time to clarify several key points. By the time she finished tutoring, it was too late to leave; she had no choice but to stay overnight.
The night was quiet and peaceful.
Wayne drove away from the mansion and, two kilometers later, the car came to a stop by the roadside. He chose a manhole and went straight down.
In the pitch darkness, the Undead Warhorse Yuliya emerged from the transport portal, nuzzling its master’s cheek with its head.
Wayne looked at Shadowmare on the horse’s back, took a deep breath, and slowly drew it out with his hand.
The blade reflected a Skeleton’s face, and he couldn’t help but mutter, "The power is still there, I can still transform..."
"Strange, if he can lock onto Shadowmare, why doesn’t he come to retrieve the Warhorse and sword?"
"He likes this greenish style?"