Chapter 190: Exalted Status

"What business does Madam Kaslana have with me?" The old man, carrying an aura of dignity, kept a very low profile in front of the golden dragon sister.

His gaze shifted to Muria, holding hands with Kaslana, the young man's youthful appearance with black hair and golden eyes made the Red Archbishop pause for a moment, but he quickly understood.

The appearance of this young man was not something a normal human could possess, and seeing him hand in hand with the golden dragon lady, his identity was clear—another powerful and noble golden dragon.

"Is it because of this young master?" Red Archbishop Felix smiled warmly, "May I know how to address you?"

"Muria," Muria answered with a neutral expression.

"Felix, your Dawn Church is becoming more and more presumptuous," seeing Felix's posture, Kaslana's anger seemed to cool, but her first words were still an accusation.

"How so?" The white-haired Red Archbishop Felix showed a look of astonishment, feeling uneasy yet somewhat puzzled by the golden dragon lady's furious return after a brief outing. It seemed like their church had done something wrong and offended her.

But the old man was somewhat confused. They had arranged the reception for the golden dragon lady according to the church's standards for welcoming dragons. How could they possibly offend her?

Unless, the Red Archbishop looked at Muria, the issue must lie with this dragon in human form.

"Do you know who he is?" the golden dragon lady asked.

Felix furrowed his brow, staring at Muria's youthful face for a while, then slowly shook his head, "Forgive my ignorance, I've never seen this young master before. I do not know who he is."

"Felix, you may not know who he is, but you must have heard of his mother."

"This young master's mother is?"

"Legendary mage, the Golden Sun Blaze, Atelis!"

"Legendary mage Atelis!!!"

Red Archbishop Felix's face went blank, then he solemnly bowed to Muria, "Muria, you are the offspring of the Golden Sun Blaze, I apologize for my rudeness."

Watching the respectful old man, Muria's lips twitched slightly. Humans were truly... pitiable. A Red Archbishop, in front of a legendary golden dragon's offspring, had to show such deference.

"Muria little brother, don't think Felix would treat any dragon this way; ordinary dragons don't receive such treatment." At that moment, a mental wave reached Muria, and the golden dragon sister's gentle voice echoed in his mind.

Muria glanced at the Red Archbishop in front of him, who was all smiles, apparently not hearing this conversation.

"Because of my mother's identity?" Muria also sent a mental wave to the golden dragon sister.

"Of course, you must know, your mother, Atelis, although her time as a legendary mage is short, her strength is hardly inferior to the ancient gold dragons of our clan.

Thus, in the human kingdoms, Atelis has the qualifications to establish a country. And you, as Atelis's offspring, have a status equivalent to that of a ducal prince. But in reality, your status is much higher than that of any prince."

"Understood." Muria nodded. Just by his mother alone, his status was equivalent to the heir of a human duchy. Then, what about his grandfather, Dimos, the Dragon King capable of exerting his full strength within the world? What would his status be equivalent to?

"Hmm!" On the mental level, Muria and the golden dragon sister communicated, while to Red Archbishop Felix, the two dragons stood side by side. When he bowed respectfully to Muria, the golden dragon youth merely nodded indifferently.

"Felix," the golden dragon sister focused on the Archbishop, "Muria came to Varianthi today through your Dawn Church's teleportation array, and your church only arranged a High Priest to receive him. Is this how you treat the offspring of Atelis?"

"Madam Kaslana, I had no idea Muria was coming to Varianthi, this indeed cannot be considered our oversight..." Felix paused, recalling a message reported to him the previous night by a High Priest from Redleaf City.

A powerful sorcerer with golden dragon bloodline had arrived at the Redleaf City's Dawn Temple, accepting the temple's commission to investigate Marquis Mendoza and was about to teleport to Varianthi, requesting the temple here to prepare for reception.

However, at that time, the battle where the Demon Hunter Knight slain Marquis Mendoza had just erupted. When the Red Archbishop received this message, he had no spare time to attend to it, casually arranging a High Priest for the reception.

In his view, that was sufficient—a Dragon Blood Sorcerer, after all. As one of the largest churches of humanity, sending a High Priest to receive him was not considered disrespectful.

Realizing this, the Red Archbishop's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, seemingly understanding the situation. He appeared to have been misled by an inexperienced High Priest.

"Ha, not considered negligence?" Hearing the Red Archbishop's defensive words, Kaslana scoffed, "A descendant of noble blood, treated by your church as a mere sorcerer capable of dragon's might."

"Madam Kaslana, the one who mistook Muria as a Dragon Blood Sorcerer was just a Silver-level High Priest, who has never seen a real dragon, so..."

"This is a mistake your church made, not a reason to neglect Muria," Kaslana interrupted the Red Archbishop, her tone unequivocally firm, "You owe Muria an apology and must take responsibility for this."

Hearing Kaslana's demand and seeing the barely visible twenty-eight rings of soul intent behind her, the Red Archbishop felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Then, the elegantly dressed old man turned to Muria, bowing slightly.

"Muria, I apologize for my negligence and seek your forgiveness!"

Muria silently watched this scene unfold, the Dawn Church's highest-ranking official in the Bayleaf Duchy, effectively holding a portion of the duchy's divine authority, now apologizing to him for a mere reception mishap.

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