With eyes closed, she sprinted into the open mouth of the ancient tree, followed closely by Ethan, with a cat, a little bat, and a baby dragon taking up his shoulders, head, and chest. Only the Other Shore, due to its enormous size, could only trail behind him.

The white turban lying on the ground heard the commotion nearby, and immediately cried out anxiously, "Hey! Wait a minute, what about me?"

In his current state, it was impossible for him to crawl back into the mouth of the Cautious Tree on his own. But this was the ancient tree's request, being a high-level magical creature, now aged, it would never allow any filth to enter its body, as that would reduce its lifespan by several decades.

"Somebody, help me, Lady Fengweidie, hello?"

Miss Keroy, originally idly swinging her tail feathers, heard the white turban's pitiable cries, and unable to bear it, turned her head in remorse. After much hesitation, she picked up the humanoid object from the ground with one claw, spread her wings, and flew into the dark hole of the tree.

On the other side, at the Royal Summoner Association.

"I told you, we're very busy right now. Get out!"

As soon as he left the tree hole, Ethan heard a voice so harsh it was almost a roar. He looked in the direction of the sound. The summoner yelling wore a robe with red and white tones, trimmed with gold threads. The royal insignia on the chest indicated a noble status—this was a place only accessible to summoners recognized by the royal family.

Faced with the hostile Royal Summoner, Charlotte shivered slightly, still holding the letter sent by Lady Fengweidie. She couldn't understand why, upon hearing her intent, the Royal Summoner suddenly changed his expression and started yelling angrily.

"Who are you? This is not a place for playing house with your little animals!"

The Royal Summoner saw Ethan and his entourage and made no effort to disguise the contempt in his eyes.

Cats, bats, wolves, octopuses, these are common wild creatures, not worth any summoner's effort to nurture. The only slightly valuable one was the black baby dragon in the arms, but here at the Royal Summoner Association, a summoner with dragon affinity is not a big deal.

They have seen many adult dragons.

"If you're here to talk about prophecy or destiny, you better get lost as far away as possible! We don't need second-rate summoners like you here!"

"You've mistaken us!"

Seeing this, Ethan quickly stepped to the left to showcase the humanoid object that Miss Keroy had just tossed onto the ground upon emerging from the tree hole, "I found a new variant of filthy subspecies near Mist Forest County, specifically to register with the Association!"

"Register?"

The Royal Summoner's expression somewhat softened, craning his neck to examine the bandage-like object on the ground, then promptly covered his nose, arrogantly pointing to the building on the left side of the courtyard, "The registration area is there, but I'm warning you, once registered, leave the Association immediately. If I find you wandering around…"

He let out a cold laugh, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Once the Royal Summoner departed, Charlotte hesitantly approached Ethan and asked in confusion, "Did I provoke him?"

"Your name, not everyone is willing to accept titles like 'Chosen Child' or 'Hero'."

The Royal Summoner's anger stems from jealousy.

Every summoner who joins the Royal Summoner Association has put in unimaginable effort, standing out from many to achieve their current status.

However, the "prophesied hero" doesn't need to do anything to become the focal point of everyone's attention.

"If you don't want to become a target, don't use 'Charlotte' as your name for now."

"Then… how should I introduce myself?"

Charlotte asked dejectedly.

"Musashi."

"Musashi?"

"Musashi from Team Rocket."