The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

As soon as An Su stepped out of the Alchemic Sixth Church, he was swarmed by reporters. Enjoy new tales from empire

After all, the title above his head was too eye-catching.

Just like the written exam, the second subject of the saint test, the biomimetic alchemy exam, was also a national point of focus.

Moreover, rumors had leaked that the record of Magic King Merlin had been broken by a newcomer and that the God of Order had bestowed a Divine Title...

This was undoubtedly big news.

As soon as the door opened, there was a crowd of reporters.

However, there were far fewer education experts at the exam today.

In fact, they were few and far between.

Part of the reason was that most education experts were good with the pen, skilled at writing exam outlines, but in magic combat, nine out of ten were noobs—so useless that the Mother Goddess wouldn't tip them even for a sacrifice.

Another reason was that quite a few education experts listened to An Su's interview yesterday, asserting that the Radiant Holy See was about to venture into the adult realm, and they worked overnight on new exam strategy guides,

like "Five-Year Crossbreeding, Three-Year Gender Change" and other educational subjects, also taking reference from the recent hit in the Imperial Capital, "Forbidden Love between the Child of the Curse and the Maid," and publishing it speedily overnight, as firsthand information is the most profitable.

Although the "Imperial Capital Morning Post" clarified yesterday's exam content this morning, the education experts stumbled upon an unexpected windfall; they were astonished to find a brand-new track: It seemed that writing royal literature could scam money from the youth even more effectively than educational materials.

And so, they all transformed from teachers of the outer world to teachers of the inner world, using their professional pens to write new legends, becoming the enlightenment teachers for many fiery-blooded young men—a wonderful tale indeed.

The few remaining experts who wrote too explicitly and explosively, more professional than the professionals, were taken away by the Order Church.

Due to the reasons stated above, the interview today was lacking the presence of education experts.

The reporter at the very front was still from the "Imperial Capital Morning Post," and he clearly had an impression of An Su: It was, after all, An Su who led the educational experts astray, causing trouble for himself and earning the editor's reprimand.

But seeing the "Starlight of Order" above An Su's head, the Imperial Reporter was even more shocked.

Yesterday, he was just a "Novice," so how did it change to "Starlight of Order" today?

Could it be this kid who has broken the record today as well?

And why would the God of Order choose him...

The reporter's eyes were suspicious and aghast—could it be that it was actually the Order Church planning to delve into the adult realm?

He shook his head, dismissing the messy thoughts from his mind, and approached An Su.

There was definitely an inside story here,

A conspiracy.

As a righteous reporter, he was determined to expose these dark secrets!

"Hello." The reporter put on a forced smile, "Do you remember me, Mr. 'Arthur Sunny'?"

He deliberately emphasized Arthur, indicating that he knew An Su had been spouting nonsense the day before.

Caught red-handed, An Su did not seem flustered and looked at the reporter calmly, "You have the wrong person, my name is An Su Moningsta."

"As a professional reporter, you can't even get the name of the person you're interviewing right," An Su said with a look of disbelief, "You're really disappointing."

Colleagues around him cast disdainful glances.

...Can't you tell that's sarcasm?

The reporter's smile was strained, "You are the first saint in thirty years to break Magic King Merlin's record. May I ask which ultimate magic you chose for the biomimetic alchemy test?"

"I've always been very interested in magic," nodded An Su, "For example, the ultimate magic I chose this time was the 'Pharos Juvenile Canon Protection Law'."

Minor protection law, now that's top tier magic.

This guy is spouting nonsense again... The reporter smiled like he was constipated.

An Su, for once, had told the truth, but nobody around him believed it, convinced that this magic prodigy was hiding his own secrets, unwilling to share with the public.

"By the way, if you're looking for Arthur Sunny, he's here. Go interview him."

An Su had spotted Arthur's flashy golden hair from afar and, leaving that remark, he slipped away.

Miss Enya was waiting for him outside, and he wondered what delicious treats she had prepared today.

...I'm not here to interview Arthur, I came to interview you.

The reporter's mouth twitched slightly, but Arthur was already schmoozing up to him with an eager face.

He walked out of the exam room with utter pride and arrogance.

The smile on his lips was more licentious and unruly than ever.

After all, the Scales of Order testified that he had aced this time.

It was a complete turnaround from yesterday's blank submission,

and dad would definitely be proud of him!

Arthur had plenty of confidence.

Today marked his first battle as the "Radiant Young Lion," and it would indeed end in the most perfect way.

"If there's anything you'd like to ask," Arthur casually flicked his long hair that was billowing in the wind, his smile as dazzling as the sun, full of warmth, "just shoot."

"...Mr. Arthur," the reporter's gaze slightly lowered, his pupils contracted slightly, revealing a shocked expression as he gasped.

"Go ahead and ask," Arthur said with even more confidence, convinced that the reporter was in awe of his commanding aura.

"Your zipper is undone."

As the reporter spoke, he took out his expensive Magic camera and snapped a photo—he'd learned his lesson about not using a camera yesterday.

"Please don't mind this little detail," Arthur was not embarrassed at all.

It was just that he had forgotten to zip up after changing in the washroom after the exam.

It was a mistake any man could make.

After all, he was wearing gold underwear underneath.

"This is not a little detail," the reporter's pupils dilated, "Your 'goods' are showing!"

The reporter had already thought of tomorrow's news headline: #Arthur Sunny's bold exposure in the exam room, thrillingly provocative#

Tomorrow's sales were going to explode.

"Please don't mind this thick strand," Arthur pulled up his zipper with a hint of embarrassment. His rough motion caused him to pinch himself slightly, eliciting a subtly bittersweet expression.

"This is also a mistake every man makes," he said with a smile.

The stress of the exam had soaked his underwear in sweat, making it very uncomfortable, so he took it off while changing his clothes, hoping to air dry it naturally.

But then he turned around to see An Su breaking records, and his excitement got the better of him.

Caught up in the excitement, he rushed out and left his underwear behind in the exam room.

Sitting in his seat just now, no one had noticed.

Given the current circumstances, he couldn't leave his own name behind.

If dad saw it, he would definitely chastise him again.

Not for streaking, as bare exposure is a noble Sun Knight tradition, but for being forgetful and careless—a cardinal sin for a knight.

To think he had forgotten his underwear.

"Actually, I'm not Arthur."

Arthur's mind was spinning rapidly. After two days of fighting side by side, he had come to regard An Su and Lister as good brothers, so naturally he couldn't leave their names behind anymore.

Sun Knights never betray!

So, he would have to trouble that great being once again.

Surely the one lying in a hospital bed wouldn't mind stepping out for a bit of air.

After some thought, he said, "Actually, I'm Kavensis."

"..." The reporter gave him a look that said "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Actually, I'm Kavensis."

Arthur inconspicuously stuffed a heavy stack of Gold Coins into the reporter's pocket, then addressed the eager crowd behind him, "Everyone gets a share—actually, I'm Kavensis."

The reporter weighed the money pouch in his hand.

By rough estimation, the stack of Gold Coins in his grasp could cover ten years of his salary.

"Actually, you are Kavensis," the righteous reporters all nodded in agreement, jotting down the name Kavensis in their notebooks, "Who's Arthur Sunny?"

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