"...?!"
When Morgana saw Robin make that unusual gesture, her eyes widened slightly in surprise. Without wasting a moment, she immediately checked the message attachments and discovered a perfectly formed soul sphere among them. Instantly, she accepted it, her hands trembling just slightly as she held it, and began to examine it with careful scrutiny.
"This...?" she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and caution.
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Robin paused briefly, letting the weight of his words sink in, before continuing with a measured tone.
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He leaned back slightly, his gaze sharp and unwavering, before continuing with a serious undertone.
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"Understood!" Morgana replied immediately, her voice firm and resolute. According to His Majesty's explanation, even a thousand individuals wielding the Law of Purifying Light could single-handedly declare war on the plague. Morgana's mind raced as she considered the staggering implications-if they waited a century or two to cultivate an entire army of such warriors, the combined force would be unimaginable.
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Robin allowed a small, almost reassuring smile to touch his lips. ""
"Yes," Morgana nodded, a subtle sense of relief washing over her.
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"Yes," Morgana nodded again, this time twice, her expression one of deep contemplation.
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Robin's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "
"..?!"
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"What?!" Morgana jolted violently, her mind struggling to process the information. That entity outside-the one-horned creature-was on a path toward attaining Guardian-level power. And this assessment had been made personally by His Majesty himself? The questions raced in her mind: What exactly was its origin? How could it wield such an unrelenting and terrifying force? And most importantly... could it truly be controlled or guided alongside the armies?
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sharpness in his eyes.
"Don't treat this Leosar matter as if it's nothing!!" Morgana's voice rang out
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"....?!" Morgana's face froze, her features twisting into a mixture of shock, disbelief, and an almost physical sense of overwhelm.
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"My... goodness..." Morgana finally managed to force a word past her lips, her
voice trembling.
The entire universe had been anticipating the emergence of a single heir of the Cosmic Elder, someone worthy of the weight of his legacy-and now she was faced with 120 of them? Her mind spun with the immensity of the task. No wonder Harper had said he couldn't keep them quiet.
"Ahh!" Morgana instinctively placed her hand over her mouth, a flash of realization striking her. Had she truly dared to shout at them just moments ago?! The audacity and sheer volume of those children loomed in her mind like
a tidal wave of chaos and responsibility.
" The Cosmic Elder desires strong heirs, children capable of carrying his legacy forward. He does not want a handful of spoiled, unruly brats who will squander potential. Place them into structured study and rigorous foundational programs. Entrust them to the imperial guards for supervision, but above all, ensure they remain alive, safe, and develop a genuine affection for the academy. Balancing their discipline and their trust will be your constant challenge.>" "" he added, winking subtly. "You... want me to be a matchmaker?!" Morgana's voice cracked, her hands trembling slightly. She had already endured enough shocks, commands, and revelations today to last millennia. Her mind raced, struggling to process the enormity of what Robin was asking. " Robin allowed his smile to widen slightly, exuding both charm and authority. " form of enduring protection, but it will also draw the attention of emperors and the offspring of Behemoths from all corners of the universe. They will want to personally witness the children, verify the reports, and ultimately observe our unrivaled educational system. Many will be inspired-or even compelled-to send their own children to the Sacred Covenant Academy as well.>" "..." Morgana's eyes shook violently, the reality of the plan crashing down on her like a tidal wave. She called him for help and he laid a massive plan that involves too many powers, too many small details, too many ways that can go wrong! " " this.>"
