Chapter 520: Responsibility

The Night Watcher didn’t understand.

How could Sean, a mere Tier Three, have maids at the Great Mage Level?

And not just one, but a pair—a pair of twins!

Eleanor and Elise even willingly called Sean “Master.”

Ever since he’d rushed back from Sonaros State, this question had been nagging at him, and he still hadn’t figured it out.

The only logical explanation was that Sean’s identity was extraordinary.

But no matter how extraordinary it was, wasn’t that all in the past?

‘Even if you can be remade, your body is new, your Magic Power needs to be cultivated all over again, and your appearance changes. Aside from the soul, you’re practically a whole new person. Your old self might as well be truly dead. The question of “who you are” is largely answered by how others perceive you, and no one remembers people who are unimportant or irrelevant to them. So what if your former status was high?’

‘What does that have to do with me?’

‘Do you think you’re Mr. Carl Black or something? That everyone should know you?’

That was why the Night Watcher couldn’t figure it out.

He’d asked Sopea several times, but that old geezer wouldn’t say a thing. He only told him to “respect the old and cherish the young,” and to take good care of Sean.

The Night Watcher couldn’t be bothered to deal with him.

‘”Respect the old and cherish the young.” Nothing wrong with the saying, but there are so many young people in this world. How could I possibly look after all of them?’

‘Sean isn’t a member of the Long Night Union, and we’re not related by blood or friendship. Why should I have to look after him?’

‘With that time, I’d much rather teach Koni my Light and Shadow Path. At least Koni is Sopea’s daughter, which makes her practically my niece.’

Little did he know that when Sopea said “respect the old and cherish the young,” he didn’t mean for him to cherish the young, but to respect the old.

This was a rare opportunity.

Otherwise, once Sean recovered his strength and returned to his status above Tier Ten, it would be too late to try and curry favor.

Which is more memorable: helping someone in their time of need, or simply piling on when they’re already successful? The answer is obvious.

It was just a pity the Night Watcher never caught on.

After being berated by Elise, his mind was now completely filled with “why”—why would a young woman who was a Grand Mage acknowledge Sean as her Master…

Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Elise roared again, “Old geezer! I’m talking to you!”

“Did you hear me?!”

The Night Watcher shuddered and said quickly, “I heard, I heard! I’ll do as Miss Elise says right away.”

Hearing this, Sean smiled. “Now that’s more like it.”

“You wouldn’t listen when I asked nicely. You just had to make us escalate things.”

“But that’s fine.”

Sean was also capable of being passive-aggressive. “This little chat has helped me understand the Night Watcher better. You’re the type who won’t do things the easy way, only the hard way… I’ll remember that. Next time there’s anything, I’ll be sure to have Elise speak with you.”

The Night Watcher: “?”

‘Damn it, there’s a next time?’

‘Are they picking on a lonely old man like me?’

The Night Watcher wanted to curse.

But he didn’t dare.

‘What if I really piss Elise off and she decides to pay a visit to Krim State? Would the Long Night Union even be left standing?’

When you’re under someone else’s roof, you have to lower your head.

The Night Watcher gritted his teeth and decided to endure it for now.

‘Once I’m powerful again and become a Grand Mage myself, I’ll come back and settle this score with this master-and-maid pair!’

In his heart, the Night Watcher wasn’t actually that afraid of Elise and her sister.

‘After all, I used to be a higher Tier than these two girls.’

‘Sure, that was all in the past, but the experience gives me more confidence than most. In my eyes, a Grand Mage isn’t some unreachable peak. The gap between me and those sisters isn’t as insurmountable as an ordinary Wizard would think. As long as I can get a Witch Blood Potion, my breakthrough is just a matter of time.’

‘What’s more, I have Mr. Carl Black.’

‘I’ve heard that Mr. Carl Black is still alive. With Mr. Black’s power, I’m sure it won’t be long before he returns with his overwhelming presence, ready to lead us all to rebuild the Holy Sanctuary and usher in a new Era of Polymath.’

‘When that happens, a mere pair of Grand Mage sisters will be nothing worth mentioning!’

‘Mr. Carl Black is famous for protecting his own people; that’s why all the Wizards of the Holy Sanctuary revere him. All I’ll have to do is reveal my identity as a loyal Night Watcher of the Holy Sanctuary, tell him how I’ve been wronged by Sean, and Mr. Carl Black will definitely have my back!’

“Hmph!”

The Night Watcher snorted heavily and said to Sean, “Don’t you get smug with me. The only reason I agreed this time was for Miss Elise’s sake. Don’t expect me to be so accommodating next time!”

Sean looked at him quizzically. “Didn’t I just say? I’ll have Elise talk to you next time, too.”

Seeing he was serious, the Night Watcher cursed, “You brat, do you have no shame?”

“As a man, you only know how to have girls fight your battles for you. I’m embarrassed for you!”

Sean said, “Huh? I didn’t realize you were so empathetic, old sir. You can even feel embarrassed for me?”

The Night Watcher was left speechless for a moment, then said angrily, “It’s simply a case of not treating it as an honor, but as a disgrace!”

Sean: “…”

‘Look how angry the old man is, he can’t even talk straight.’

He suppressed a laugh and said, “Alright, alright, no more jokes. Hurry up and have someone send the True God Grass over… Don’t worry, I won’t let you help for free.”

The Night Watcher sneered, “What, done bullying people with your borrowed power? Now you want to pretend this is a fair trade to pretty up your despicable act of forcing a sale?”

Sean didn’t argue with him.

‘The old geezer has a bad temper; the more you argue, the more worked up he gets.’

“Name your price,” Sean said.

“I can’t,” the Night Watcher refused.

This time, he wasn’t intentionally trying to pick a fight with Sean. True God Grass was no ordinary Alchemy Material; it couldn’t be cultivated artificially, and the annual yield was minuscule. Even the Wolf Family, rulers of Krim State, had only managed to stockpile enough for about ten Magic Potions over many years. Moreover, this was very likely the last of the True God Grass left in the world. Its value, therefore, could not be measured by money.