When Thirteen entered the office of his grandfather, he saw three people inside of it.
Arthur, Michael, and his Grandma, Lady Callista.
The two men were looking at Thirteen with conflicted expressions on their faces, contrary to Lady Callista, who had a mischievous smile on her face.
"Sit beside me, Zion," Lady Callista said with a smile. "Understood, Grandma," Thirteen replied as he obediently took a seat beside his grandma, who now appeared to be in her early thirties. When he saw that his grandson was properly seated, Arthur cut to the chase and asked Thirteen a question.
"Where's Gerald right now?" Arthur asked. "In Solterra," Thirteen replied.
"Somewhere that is a good distance away from the human kingdoms."
Arthur and Michael exchanged a knowing glance with each other before the old man shifted his attention back to his no-good grandson.
"There has been a disturbance in Solterra," Arthur said in a serious tone. "This only happened a few hours ago. But according to rumors circulating in the human kingdoms, they sensed the presence of a Mythical Weapon being birthed near the Rosetta Mountains Range.
"An apparition of a Giant Serpent slithering across the sky appeared, and many people saw it from miles away.
"Because of this, the Monarch Clans and the Prestigious Families suspected that someone might have succeeded in crafting a Mythical-Grade Equipment."
Arthur narrowed his eyes as he paid extra attention to Thirteen's expression.
"Did your father craft a Mythical Equipment?" Arthur inquired.
"How can that be?" Thirteen immediately denied his grandfather's statement. "Pops is a good blacksmith, but he's not that good. How can he possibly craft a Mythical Weapon? Gramps, did you not drink your medicine when you woke up today?"
The corner of Hans' lips twitched, while a giggle escaped Lady Callista's lips.
Michael had a calm expression on his face, while Arthur looked at his grandson in contempt.
"Have you forgotten that our family currently possesses four Mythical-Grade Equipment, all of which your father crafted?" Arthur asked in disdain. "Or are you telling me that you already have Alzheimer's Disease despite being so young?"
Thirteen lightly tugged Lady Callista's dress and looked at her with a pitiful gaze.
"Grandma, Gramps is bullying me," Thirteen complained.
Lady Callista chuckled before pulling her grandson to her embrace and patting his head to comfort him.
Arthur clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Answer the question. Did your father succeed in crafting another Mythical-Grade Equipment?"
"Maybe," Thirteen replied. "But since I haven't seen him for the past few days, I can't really be sure of it."
Michael fixed his glasses before joining the conversation.
"The Rosetta Mountain Range spanned for miles, and it belonged to one of the hidden organizations known as the Order of Raziel," Michael explained. "We already have dealt with them in the past thanks to you being the middleman. "We already contacted them and asked what had happened. But they said that a heavenly apparition appeared because one of their Elders managed to break through to the next rank. At least, that is what they want the public to believe."
Arthur nodded. "If this happened at another time, then people might have accepted their response. But the Majin King Scales had just been sold not long ago. Many believed that the Heavenly Apparition appeared because a Mythical-Grade Weapon was born.
"In the past, a Sword Apparition appeared above your home, and it has alarmed many of the factions here in the Aldebaran Continent. There is a possibility that the two incidents will be linked together.
"So, in order to avoid any trouble, I want you to bring your father back home as fast as possible before the Monarch Clans and the Prestigious Families start to investigate Gerald's whereabouts.
"As long as he makes an appearance here in the Aldebaran Continent, the suspicions of the people will disappear. At least, for the short term, they would not think that it was your father who has crafted a Mythical-Grade Equipment."
Thirteen understood what his Grandfather was trying to say, and he had to admit that Arthur was indeed being meticulous. After all, the topic of Mythical Equipment was a sensitive issue among the Monarch Clans and the Prestigious Families.
"Very well, Gramps," Thirteen replied. "I'll drag my father back kicking and screaming if I have to. For the time being, please put some people at the base of the mountain to prevent spies from entering our residence.
"If you're free, you can also visit our home to act as a deterrent. With you there, people will not be too keen on getting close to the residence."
Arthur nodded. "Very well, we'll do as you say. Michael, I will leave things here to you for the time being."
"Understood, Father," Michael replied.
In order to save time, Arthur grabbed Thirteen and placed him on his shoulder like a sack of rice.
A moment later, he disappeared from the Leventis Residence and traveled at great speeds toward Thirteen's home.
Along the way, he noticed a group of suspicious individuals loitering in the mountains. Arthur snorted and unleashed his presence towards the suspicious group, catching them by surprise.
Immediately, these people retreated like wild ducks after hearing a gunshot.
They ran in different directions, but all of them moved away from the mountain where Thirteen's family lived.
"It has just been an hour, and they're already starting their investigation," Arthur said as soon as he landed in the backyard of his grandson's home. "The sooner you bring back your father, the safer your family will be."
Thirteen nodded. "I'll be back with him as fast as I can."
The teenage boy understood the importance of this matter, so he "pretended" to enter the teleportation gate that had been built inside their house.
However, instead of entering the gate, he used his Ring of the Apocalypse to go to the Meeting Room of their organization.
From there, Thirteen used his special ability to teleport to the secret headquarters of the Order of Raziel in the Rosetta Mountain Range.
When he arrived, he immediately looked for his father because the situation was urgent.
Fortunately, Adira was there to assist him, and she ordered her subordinates to help carry Gerald to the Teleportation Gate, which was connected to the Teleportation Gate in Thirteen's home.
The teleportation Gate of the Order of Raziel was deliberately configured to be a one-way teleportation gate, preventing others from invading their headquarters from outside.
This was also the reason why Thirteen was unable to use the teleportation gate in their house to travel directly to the Rosetta Mountain Range and had to use his own skills to look for his father.
Just as soon as the Father and Son duo appeared inside their home, they heard the sound of helicopter rotors in the background.
The two immediately headed outside of the house to see what was happening.
When Arthur saw that his son and his grandson had returned on time, the worry on his face disappeared completely.
The helicopter slowly descended and landed in Thirteen's backyard.
"It's been a while, Arthur, Gerald, and Zion," Trevor Remington said with a smile as soon as the doors of the helicopter opened.
The Monarch's gaze landed on Gerald, as if making sure that he was "the real" Gerald and not some kind of double that the Leventis Family had prepared on time.
"What are you doing here, Trevor?" Arthur asked coldly. "Don't tell me you've come here to have some tea with us?"
"How did you know?" Trevor asked back in a teasing tone. "I woke up today, and I suddenly felt the strong urge to visit Zion and his family. Having tea together with everyone doesn't sound like a bad idea."
Although Trevor was smiling, Thirteen noticed the flash of disappointment that briefly appeared on the Monarch's face.
Fortunately, they had arrived in time before the Monarch suspected that his father had managed to craft a Mythical-Grade Weapon, which could upset the delicate balance between the Monarch Clans and the Prestigious Families.