Of all achievements in this world, none surpasses the merit of following the dragon.

Inside the bedroom.

"Do you love your son?"

Facing her sternly rebuking husband, Danielle simply asked with calm composure.

"Of course I love little Haydn! He is my only son, the continuation of my bloodline, my family name, my castle, my glory, and my sword shall all belong to him in the future..."

Karen, who had been on the verge of flying into a rage, froze. It took him a long time to snap out of it, and he repeated the words in a murmur.

"Karen, he is practically your entire world, which only goes to show that you love him even more than you love me."

Danielle stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms tightly around Karen, and whispered into his ear:

"Yet you must understand that the most important thing for little Haydn's future has never been these external possessions... Rather, it is a divine blessing powerful enough to shelter his entire life in happiness and bring him the world's grace!"

"And the choice of a godfather is undoubtedly the key to determining a high-status blessing."

"I am well aware of that," Karen gently pushed his wife away.

"That is why I spared no effort in invoking an old pact, asking my best comrade, Bishop Rune, to serve as little Haydn's godfather. Moreover, your mother has also promised to bring the nobility of the entire Southern Territory to bestow their blessings upon him."

"His starting point will already far surpass both you and me. Is that still not enough?" Karen retorted, feeling dissatisfied with his wife's wild and greedy imagination.

"Not enough!" Danielle replied firmly. Her eyelids were slightly reddened, and glittering tears glistened within her beautiful, violet-blue eyes.

"Karen, I am a mother..." The woman gently pressed her palm against Karen's chest.

"How could a mother not wish to leave the very best for her child?" Danielle said, choking back tears.

Karen: "......"

Tears are forever a man's greatest weakness; even the most iron-hearted of men finds it difficult to endure a beautiful woman weeping.

"Sigh..." Watching his usually dignified and elegant wife crying like rain-beaten pear blossoms, he could only let out a long sigh.

"Even if I were to implore His Highness to serve as little Haydn's godfather, it would only invite his refusal and wrath!"

Karen stroked his wife's silk-smooth, flowing hair with a helpless expression.

"Perhaps so, but in my view, there is still a glimmer of hope."

Hearing her husband finally yield, Danielle quickly wiped away her tears, knowing that the crucial part of persuading him lay ahead.

"Karen, if the Eastern and Western Continents were connected, I would never make such an absurd request of you; we probably wouldn't even be able to come into contact with His Highness in the first place..."

At these words, Karen nodded slightly in agreement.

Indeed! If the Eastern and Western Continents were linked without the three natural chasms of the Mist of Perdition, the Wall of Sighs, and the Ouroboros Serpent, a mere viscount like him wouldn't even be qualified to seek an audience with His Highness, let alone host him!

"Judging from my interactions and observations of His Highness these past few days, he has undoubtedly arrived in the Western Continent entirely alone. Furthermore, although His Highness possesses extraordinary talent and the protection of a supreme blessing, he will undoubtedly need at least another twenty years to become a top-tier powerhouse worthy of his true status..."

Danielle stated slowly, needing to lay out all the analytical conclusions she had pondered over these days before Karen.

"Besides, you should still remember that His Highness's status blessing was initially white, am I right?"

Karen nodded once more. This was precisely one of the reasons why he had initially doubted the authenticity of His Highness's identity.

How could the heir to a vast kingdom with a population of 1.4 billion possess a status blessing no higher than the mortal tier?

"There is only one reason—His Highness had just been officially established as the heir by his nation when he suffered some form of persecution and was cast adrift in the Western Continent." Danielle voiced her deduction.

"Political struggles surrounding the succession..." Karen's expression turned solemn. Evidently, he too agreed with Danielle's perspective; after all, this was unquestionably the best explanation for the numerous mysteries surrounding His Highness.

"What do you suppose His Highness desires most at this very moment?" Danielle countered.

"To return to his kingdom as soon as possible," Karen answered without a moment's hesitation.

Were he in the same position, knowing a kingdom of 1.4 billion people awaited his inheritance, he would undoubtedly yearn to return day and night.

"Precisely. Yet the greatest problem lies in the fact that whatever spatial method His Highness used to reach the Western Continent can most likely no longer be utilized. Crossing those three great chasms is simply too difficult! It demands an immense amount of financial resources, manpower, material wealth... and the dedicated support of countless individuals."

"Therefore, what a solitary His Highness needs most right now is..."

"A territorial base!" Karen and Danielle spoke in unison.

"His Highness is truly a good person. I can sense it; that is something that can never be faked, no matter what." Danielle said calmly.

"You must also be aware that under the mad grain requisition of our Gluttonous King, how many territories have been turned into living hells due to famine? How many lords harbor secret discontent beneath outward subservience? Only the Southern Territory can still barely be called a paradise..."

"Mind your words! Do not show disrespect to His Majesty the King." Karen interrupted her instantly.

This was a topic he considered strictly off-limits, and regardless of anything else, the King of Sothia remained his nominal liege lord.

However, Danielle did not stop; she simply continued to weigh the pros and cons:

"In short, no matter which way you look at it, the Southern Territory is the most suitable base for His Highness."

"And while we are merely a viscount family, I am the legitimate daughter of Rosa Martha, the ruler of the Southern Territory, and little Haydn is currently her only grandson. If His Highness is willing to become little Haydn's godfather, this will undoubtedly be the finest entry point to rule the Southern."

A sharp light gleamed in Danielle's eyes; her mind was operating at its absolute limit.

"Imagine if His Highness rules the Southern Territory for twenty years. By then, with his innate talent, he will surely have become a top-tier powerhouse. If the Gluttonous King fails to alter his frantic grain-taxation decrees, the lords' resentment will eventually converge into a sea of fire sweeping across the nation. At that moment, with a single rallying cry from His Highness—who carries the blessings of 1.4 billion people—those lords will undoubtedly raise high their banners..."

Danielle gently stroked the man's cheek, spinning the narrative in a seductive and persuasive tone.

Karen stared at the person sleeping beside him in utter shock, feeling as though she were a complete stranger. To think she would dare to entertain such an irreverent thought—and worse yet, a thought that felt chillingly realistic.

"Karen, by that time Haydn will be exactly twenty years old. As a godson, securing a position as one of His Highness's attendants shouldn't be too difficult..."

"Of all worldly achievements, none surpasses the merit of aiding the rise of a true dragon."

"Has your House of Hughes not been viscounts for a full century? Have you still not had enough of it?!"

"Enough!" Karen glared angrily at Danielle.

"Even if the Gluttonous King has committed numerous misdeeds, even if His Highness Mingyu is kind, benevolent, and destined to be a saintly king of an era, how could I, a viscount of the kingdom, ever commit such a treasonous act?"

With that, Karen forcefully slapped Danielle's hand away and made a motion to stride toward the door.

The Gluttonous King... Danielle keenly noticed the change in her husband's terminology when referring to the King of Sothia.

Therefore, she did nothing; she merely narrowed her eyes and quietly watched as Karen prepared to depart.

A moment later, seeing that his wife was not coming after him to stop him, Karen took a few steps, then awkwardly scratched his head and walked back.

"Ahem, Danielle... tell me in detail the exact wording I should use to ask His Highness to be little Haydn's godfather. Let me make it clear beforehand, I am only going to ask; if His Highness refuses, I will leave immediately—"

Before Karen could finish his sentence, he was pulled in and kissed deeply by a passionate Danielle.

"I love you, Karen. You are the greatest husband, and the greatest father!"