The return journey was uneventful, and could even be described as lackluster when it came to Malin’s mood.
Leaving the battlefield, Old Hoffman did pay quite a bit of attention to Malin. He seemed to think that, no matter how capable Malin was, he was still just a child nearing twelve, and having killed so many Chaos in Parol City, even if it was in the fight for survival, should have left him with not a small amount of psychological trauma.
However, he soon discovered that his darling apprentice was a rising star with seemingly no cares in the world, spending the journey playing demon-hunter cards with the girls, chatting, or joining them to bask in the sun on the roof of the carriage.
The kids were huddled together on a blanket, enjoying the warmth of late autumn. Such a heartwarming scene even made Old Hoffman somewhat envious.
But more so, it was his love for his little apprentice.
Being able to understand why one fights and to come off the battlefield without a breakdown, such a child, not to say in Carterburg, but even in the central ecclesiastic district and the main ecclesiastic district, would be considered the best of students in the eyes of the great bishops.
Consider that when Colin first went to battle against the Chaos at the age of thirteen, he was so frightened he couldn’t sleep for a week, until he had to be forced into sleep with a spell formation, lest his stretched nerves snap—even at Sequence eight. And that Colin was already more than satisfactory to Old Hoffman.
Even if somewhat neurotic due to fear, he was still infinitely better than those cowards.
What a pity, this child was ultimately not someone he could control. From what he saw now, the child would have a future far brighter than he could imagine.
His achievements would not be limited to being just a bishop of the Goddess of Harvest Church.
How he wished to live a few more years to see just how high this child could climb. It would surely be a realm beyond the imagination of this old dog.
Alas, the moon waxes and wanes, the sun is eclipsed, and he, having lived so long, had already reached the twilight of his life. In two to three years, it would be time to call back Mason Wyman.
This child would inherit his Sequence and become the new... vessel.
Everything was for the sake of humanity. Every one of us bearers is loyal to the mission entrusted to us by fate.
May the Goddess have mercy.
May Wyman... be the last.
Old Hoffman seemed to have something on his mind. Malin was somewhat curious, but not curious enough to pry into the matter.
It was an old man’s privacy. Malin didn’t want to delve deeper. Everyone had a past they’d rather not revisit, and there was no need to tear open someone else’s wounds for the sake of his own curiosity.
Back in Carterburg, Logan began Miriam’s advancement journey with her, while Malin received a little piece of news from Jessica—her bloodline had awakened.
The Werewolves of Warvolff were the best light infantry among the Orcs, excelling in the use of various melee weapons, they were the most reliable shock troops in the military forces of the Orcs during the Middle Ages. On the battlefield of Parol, Jessica had activated her talent when she killed a Sinspawn trying to ambush her.
This made Jessica very happy. The wolf girl had said more than once that if it hadn’t been for the pickaxes Malin gave her, she would have definitely died in that ambush. At that moment, her mind was blank, and it was a subconscious action that made her pull out the pickaxes to kill the Sinspawn. Maybe it was this very subconscious action that awakened her bloodline, giving her excellent bonuses to agility and strength.
The only problem now was that the bonuses were a bit too much, and Jessica was having some trouble controlling her own strength, so she definitely would not have physical contact with anyone other than Malin, to avoid accidental harm.
As for why Malin was an exception, that was because the level of Malin’s strength made him completely unfazed by Jessica’s uncontrollable force.
Lillim heard about this and followed Malin every day, expressing hope that if Jessica could awaken by following Malin, perhaps she, as a descendant of a Magician, could awaken something too if she stuck with him.
Malin wasn’t against Lillim doing so, he just felt that such good fortune can’t be possible in this world. Jessica had also fought for her life on the battlefield of Parol City before she awakened.
As the weather grew extremely cold, Malin realized his second year in this world had come to an end.
Starting today, I am a 12-year-old adult.
When Malin woke up from his bed, he couldn’t help but feel thankful for this world’s definition of adulthood.
He, Malin Gaiate, was now an adult, allowed to do those shameful things that only adults could do.
In this damn messed up world, you’re an adult at 12, but marriage rules say 16. Moreover, in this matter, people all over the world are quite chaste, except in cases where familial heritage is at risk, otherwise, illegitimate children are hardly ever seen... Everyone’s restraint is probably related to that damn Sinspawn.
So... Sinspawn, you bastard, you’re so dead, got it? Once I become divine, the first thing I’ll do is burn your turf to the ground, and scatter the ashes of your Great Demons and Princes to the winds.
Done ranting, I dressed up and pushed open Maya’s door, knocking, "Ladies, time to get up."
Two heads emerged from Maya’s bed, one was Maya, and the other was Lillim.
Speaking of which, Malin had known this little lamb for over a year now, and it seemed like he never saw her grow at all, whereas he himself grew another three centimeters, reaching the glorious height of one meter thirty.
Old Ferrero checked and said that Malin truly was a miracle—a twelve-year-old Frost Giant standing at one meter thirty. He looked like he could grow up to about one meter seventy by adulthood. If Malin weren’t standing right in front of him, he would take anyone who spoke of this as an idiot.
After all, a twelve-year-old Frost Giant, if their bloodline is even slightly pure, should be at least one meter eighty.
This made Malin very curious about the mysterious bloodline in his veins—was he naturally one meter twenty?
If he were a girl, it would be very cute. But Malin was a boy.
Growing taller would be better, after all.
"Good morning, Mr. Malin," Lillim poked out half her body, revealing her smooth shoulders and pink straps.
Malin’s heart was calm as water—it was just the straps of her underwear, after all, Lillim was a girl with natural breastplate armor... Right, you must never let that slip, if Lillim heard it, she’d definitely turn Malin’s lungs inside out through his mouth.
"Good morning, ladies. Get up first, I’ll go to the kitchen and make you something to eat," Malin said, and with no desire to stick around to see what the girls did next, he went to the living room and snapped his fingers, the logs in the fireplace began to ignite on their own.
Malin opened the curtains in the living room and sunlight streamed in through the windows, bathing Malin in its warm glow.
What shall I make for the ladies today?
Considering one is a little leopard, and the other a little lamb... But come to think of it, why doesn’t Lillim like sleeping with Jessica, but enjoys sleeping with Maya?
They’re both predators, after all.