However, Liweina’s answer was completely unexpected for Aiven.
"Hehe, I do have a task for you, but it’s not for now.
Today, as your vice-principal, I just hope that when you join the ’Violet Eye’, you will always rember your identity and mission, whether as a knight or a wizard, never forget to protect this nation and its people."
Hearing this, Aiven gently sighed in relief, yet his heart was slightly moved.
It seems that even after years of symbiotic integration, the relationship within the Kingdom’s upper echelons, between wizard forces represented by the ’Violet Eye’ and the orthodox extraordinary knights, appears quite delicate.
Could it be that even having a forr Navy Marshal managing the local association branch is not reassuring enough...?
What does it an no matter whether as a knight or a wizard? Is this a demand to take sides?
Does Her Highness’s words represent the Navy Academy? The Rose Sword Saint? Or the Royal Family?
Or was it simply her personal advice with no deeper aning?
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Aiven’s mind.
However, upon reflection, these matters temporarily have nothing to do with a minor cadet like him. Right now, he’s rely a regular official knight, and to participate in upper-level decision-making, he would at least need to reach the Great Knight level.
In other words, even if there’s an upheaval in the upper echelons, a small fry like him has no chance of being affected, so why worry unnecessarily?
Therefore, considering himself still just a small figure, Aiven found himself a bit at a loss on how to respond to this future most powerful person in the country.
So he cautiously asked, "Did you say this to every mber joining the ’Violet Eye’?"
"No, actually, only to you. You are very special!" Her Highness the Princess curved her lips into a charming smile and then gave an answer that couldn’t help but spark various imaginations.
"Ahem, it is my honor, Your Highness. I will rember your advice!"
Seeing that this noble lady showed no intention of further explaining, Aiven could only automatically ignore any hidden depth in her words, and with a straight face, he replied earnestly.
"Here you go!"
Pa—a gleaming dal lay quietly in Aiven’s open palm.
"As the Crown Prince of Phaletis, representing the Academy, the Navy Departnt, and the Imperial Family, I award Major Aiven Galliot the ’Pioneer Level 3 dal’, do you need to put it on for you?"
Seeing Aiven staring blankly at the dal, Liweina couldn’t help but lightly tease him.
Aiven was instantly startled, quickly offering thanks, "Thank you, Your Highness, and thank the Kingdom for their great kindness, I will continue to work hard!"
After speaking, he quickly put it on himself, kidding, he didn’t dare let the lady do it herself.
The famous "Pioneer dal," of course, he couldn’t not recognize.
This dal is mainly used to comnd those pioneers who have made outstanding contributions to opening overseas territories and new sea routes for the Kingdom during the Great Navigation and the significant geographical discoveries.
Although Aiven did not add an inch of land to the Kingdom, the value created by his great invention and its significance to the mariti enterprise were by no ans inferior.
Even though it’s only a third-class dal, but when the Galliot Clan still existed, it would have been enough to make the whole clan celebrate wildly because this is the highest honor for pioneers and adventurers!
At this mont.
Aiven felt as if in his past life a great director made an amazing movie and began to win awards at various film festivals, to be honest, in this day of receiving awards with such ease, he only wanted to say one thing... wonderful!
"The Kingdom will rember every ritorious official, I don’t want to hear you say the Kingdom favors so and not others.
Alright, go back.
Linda will get back to you with a contact later, in the Academy if there is anything you can speak directly to , as your vice-principal, I am very willing to listen to the ideas of you young people."
After speaking, Her Highness the Princess seed to have finally completed her task, casually stretched without any reservation, the graceful curve beneath her fitting attire made Aiven quickly lower his head, not daring to look more.
"As you command, Your Highness!"
After bowing and saluting, Aiven turned and walked out.
In the dead of night, as he walked alone back to his dorm, he could not figure out which of his unobtrusive strengths had been exposed, to attract this attention from Her Highness, and even have her personally award him this "Pioneer dal".
After all, the other two dals, the "Hippocrates Level 2 dal" awarded by the dical association and the "Iron Cross dal" awarded by the Goddess Church, at most sent representatives.
Today, Her Highness’s actions were indeed a bit unusual.
Even sparring with him personally had a sort of special aning, it wasn’t simply about awarding a dal or advising him.
Even Aiven, the person involved, found the sparring action by Her Highness a bit too reckless. Although naturally, there must be at least Great Knight level extraordinary power protecting her.
But the principle of not letting a precious child sit under the eaves applies equally to the otherworld.
Anyone with discernnt could see the purpose behind the twenty-eight-year-old Crown Prince being sent to the Royal Navy Academy as a vice-principal.
To receive the Royal Navy Academy, to receive the Kingdom’s Navy, to receive the Kingdom’s dark forces, to accept all forces that could stabilize the throne, and then...
Even the forr Navy Marshal Duke of Princeton, a principal with distinguished service, was rely providing protection for her.
"Your Highness, weren’t you going to accept this Major Aiven as a Guardian Knight? Although personally testing him seems a bit too much, why then did you simply let him leave without saying anything?"
Linda, both the principal’s assistant and a court lady, softly inquired beside her mistress. After all, dueling is not child’s play, even with training swords, it was enough to signify her Highness’s regard for that young man.
"No, it’s not just who values him, our principal values him too.
He believes Major Aiven’s wizard aptitude surpasses even his knight aptitude and holds great potential for this young man!"
Liweina smiled as she explained to her assistant, her private deportnt still befitted a princess yet had no airs about her.
"Marshal Princeton? That strongest great wizard of the Kingdom?" Linda, being Liweina’s court lady, naturally knew so secrets the ordinary people could never touch, was slightly surprised.
"A wizard’s powerful origin lies in infinite possibilities and creativity, although I couldn’t see whether this young man has such traits.
But today I discovered that his talent as a knight is already enough to amaze people."
Looking at the arena gate where no one was in sight, Liweina chuckled softly, sensing that her journey to the Academy may yield far more than expected.
Her soft murmur lted into the night breeze:
"Marshal Princeton was once my mother’s Guardian Knight too! Maybe... maybe I can place a bit of extra expectation on this Major Aiven Galliot..."
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