Hene hadn't quite reacted yet, and was a little confused. She looked down and saw the crocodile looking at her pitifully.

But she paid no attention to the poor crocodile; instead, she was pondering Victor's words.

The professor asked it to protect me...

Are you worried about me?

While Heni was still thinking, she heard Victor speak:

"Okay, you can go now."

"Okay... okay, Professor."

Hene carefully placed the crocodile in her palm and turned to leave.

After Heni left, Vega flapped his wings and said in a tearing voice:

"Victor, I really didn't expect you could keep something so filthy alive!"

Its tone was full of disdain.

After all, it had said before that as a noble god, even an evil god, it was disgusted by such disgusting things.

Viktor simply responded:

"You also made a contract with a disgusting toad and even lied to that thing."

"We're in the same boat."

As he spoke, Viktor tapped the desk, and a book appeared in his hand on its own.

In the now quiet study, only the occasional sound of turning pages could be heard.

...

Greeted by the morning glow, the sun revealed its rosy face.

The streets of the capital are bustling with activity today.

People gathered in the street, gazing at the road ahead and curiously observing the returning army's iron cavalry.

The army marched in neat rows towards the capital.

Their full suits of iron armor even clashed rhythmically against each other, and the horses beneath them also trod on the street.

At the very front of the procession was a man clad in golden armor, with a silver ponytail peeking out from his golden helmet. He walked down the street with a smile on his face, nodding and greeting the people around him from time to time.

Even the dogs on the roadside quieted down at the sight, panting and wagging their tails, welcoming the triumphant people.

Behind him, a huge open-air carriage was traveling on the road.

The enormous demon's head lay quietly within what resembled a steel cage.

Albany Saul.

Today is the day of the Crown Prince's triumphant return; the severed dragon heads will be paraded through the streets for a day.

The crowd watched the enormous dragon head and began to chatter amongst themselves:

"That must be the head of a demonic dragon! The First Prince is truly amazing!"

"It is said that the emperor once slew a demonic dragon."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, and thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince, for protecting us commoners from worry."

Amidst colorful flags and cheers in the streets, residents smiled and offered their blessings and praises to the soldiers.

After all, this is the head of a dragon.

Dragons are a powerful race that exists only in mythology.

Not only does it have a lifespan of thousands of years, but it also possesses extremely powerful elemental control abilities.

Legend has it that the dragon is the guardian of nature.

That's a powerful being capable of annihilating an entire city.

Those who can kill the demonic dragon are extremely rare, and their achievements reach a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

However, the joyful mood did not spread throughout the capital.

At Clevin's mansion, Lydia swayed her hips as she found Victor in the training ground.

At this moment, Viktor is commanding Aurelion.

"Yes, this position."

"Keep this position."

Aurelion held a knight's longsword in her hand, with both hands suspended in the air, raising the sword in front of her.

The longsword was extremely heavy, and Aurelion's face turned red.

Sweat gradually appeared on his forehead and trickled down his cheeks.

Celia, the guard standing nearby, felt heartbroken at the sight. Thinking of how hard she had trained herself, she felt even more sorry for the princess.

But this was the princess's teacher's request, and she had no right to interfere, so she could only question Victor:

"Victor, what do you mean?"

"Her Highness is a mage, a mage, you understand!"

"You actually made Her Highness practice swordsmanship? Are you telling me that a mage needs to practice melee combat? Or are you saying that you yourself know swordsmanship?"

Lia approached slowly with a frown. Upon seeing this scene, she forgot what she had originally intended to say and simply spoke softly beside Celia:

"He certainly can, so you don't need to worry about that."

"Well……"

A mage who knows swordsmanship?

Celia was completely bewildered.

Aurelion managed to hold on for a while before she had to put down her longsword, prop herself up on the ground, and pant heavily.

Her physical strength is still not very good.

After resting for only a short while, Aurelion continued:

"Teacher, I can continue."

Victor took the longsword from her hand and said calmly:

"I know you're still capable, but you can put the practice aside for now."

"I noticed a lot of noise outside this morning. Tell me, what's going on outside?"

Lia shrugged helplessly.

"I thought our master sorcerer already knew."

She straightened her posture and said rather seriously.

"Get ready, the Crown Prince is back."

"When the prince returns with his spoils of war, the nobles will all be there to welcome and congratulate him."

"You are no exception, my dear Earl."