Chapter 939: Chapter 533: Disaster Descends from the Heavens—Better No Good Deeds Than No Good People_2

Feeling dazed for a while, he took a deep breath and saluted Prince Sorrenberg:

"Your Highness, it’s been a long time."

Only when he spoke did he suddenly realize.

Before, while he was Byron’s mentor, Byron’s most noble title was as the grandson of Henry V, the nephew of Henry VI, and son of Prince Sorrenberg.

He agreed to be this problematic child’s teacher due to the entreaties of such elders.

Normally, he would be strict with him, sometimes even punish him physically, though he would give the King some face and not humiliate Byron publicly.

But now, upon seeing Edmund Lancaster, the first title that came to mind was: King and God, Father of the [King of the Wild Hunt].

Involuntarily, he regarded him as an equal, no longer exhibiting any arrogance of a [Kingdom’s Guardian].

This is the classic "For the first thirty years, people respect the son because of the father, and for the next thirty years, they respect the father because of the son".

For the first thirty years, how others treat the son depends on the father’s status; for the next thirty years, how others treat the father depends on the son’s status.

Byron didn’t make them wait that long; in just twenty years, everything had turned upside down.

Hawkins had to admit that he’d already seen the charisma of his grandfather Henry V in Byron.

"If not for the untimely death of the wise King, he might have swallowed the Iris Kingdom whole, and there wouldn’t be anything left of the Valois Dynasty now.

No, Byron’s even stronger than his grandfather.

He’s a bona fide Fifth Order Divine Being, an immortal God.

Other kings are short-lived, reigning for at most a few decades; how can they endure a long-lived species with great power inherent to its being?

In the foreseeable future, Byron is sure to achieve more magnificent accomplishments than Henry V.

Moreover..."

After a series of interruptions, he looked back at Byron and asked the initial question again.

A beast tide formed by at least hundreds of Sea Monster Clans was rushing wildly, but none approached them—instead, they charged towards the enemy nation.

If used well, the arrival of the "Spiral Annals" might not be entirely bad.

"Mr. Hawkins, the Eastern Continent at the lowest altitude has entered the intertidal zone first and suffered a series of calamities.

We were able to respond timely thanks to the legacy left by our predecessors..."

Byron was pondering how to explain to Hawkins the specific situation of the Eastern Continent’s [Corridor of Truth] and "intertidal zone".

The [Banshee’s Wail], which had run ahead, happened to turn around and return here.

Seeing the "Fishmen" on the ship, Hawkins, who initially felt he hadn’t accomplished much compared to his student in the past two years, suddenly lit up, and he promptly exclaimed:

"Byron, look!

I’ve not been idly fishing this past half year. These are what I caught from the sea while worrying about the nation through fishing, cough.

I suspect they belong to a civilization living underwater, maybe they have insights into the origin of the beast tide, follow me..."

Byron shook his head upon hearing the [Kingdom’s Guardian]’s slip of tongue.

A phrase the other once said in class came to mind to offer him: "I think you all have sporadic ambitions but persistently muddle through life."

This man is loyal only to the Kingdom, neither a Royalist, nor an Earl’s Party member, nor part of the Neutral Party. He could pat his chest and say: "Hawkins is without party!"

Yet, apart from combat ability and adventure experience, his other capabilities are hardly commendable.

Then he was forcefully pulled onto the deck by the other.

Just upon landing, the "Fishmen" huddled in the corner began to stir.

Suddenly, a clearly "herbivorous" Ribbon-Tail Fishman tentatively asked in their direction:

"I just saw the Divine Light of the Trident, is it you, Prince Saranthe?"

[Mind Sensitivity] is a standard ability of adventurers; even if their profession doesn’t possess it, they prepare corresponding Miracle Objects, such that language differences don’t prevent comprehension.

Upon hearing the Fishman speak, Hawkins and Francis’s eyes lit up, eagerly pulling Byron and exclaimed:

"They spoke! Did you hear it, Your Majesty?

I said this underwater civilization would definitely be of great use!"

"But, who is Saranthe?"

They looked around but didn’t spot anyone resembling a "Prince".

"Sasha, it’s not me."

Then, a muffled voice reached their ears.

Looking down, they realized it was the Hammerhead Shark "Water Elemental" still being swung around by Byron.

"Well... you called out their name, and now you say it’s not you?"

What followed was naturally the delight of encountering a story in a foreign land.

Even though Saranthe’s entrance wasn’t quite dashing, he was at least formidable enough, smashing over the Dragon King Whale with a headbutt.

This group of refugees from the Mermaid Kingdom, especially the female Fishman named Sasha, also knew about Saranthe’s taboo.

Avoiding mentioning anything about the "Berserker", they praised him for being a "Melee Mage" who excelled in Shapeshifting, truly living up to the famed [Sea Magician].

Mirthfully pleased, Saranthe gladly accepted these citizens from his former country, planning to establish a dedicated Marine Guards, with hope to eventually return to his homeland with them.

Hawkins finally realized that his new King was remarkably omniscient, clearly having a comprehensive plan for the future situation, which left him feeling somewhat defeated:

"I feel I am better at teaching Byron how to fish, rather than how to govern a country."

He gained some self-awareness, realizing that even if he became the [Master of the Fishing Spot], his fishing skills were still superior to his capability in national governance.