Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! Chapter44-Who's the Mentor Here?

"You're all staying at the fortress?" Anastasia looked at Hael and the others, her expression darkening.

She was already distressed with Aiden's arrival, and now, five geniuses from the Ducal Manor were here, completely disrupting her plans to level up!

"You're all talents of the Ducal Manor. What are you doing in a small place like this? There aren't any good resources here to provide for you, and if a large-scale spellbeast invasion happens, the losses would be more than the Ducal Manor can bear!"

Anastasia tried to dissuade them, clearly unhappy with their arrival.

Moreover, she was perplexed. Why had Aiden and these five Ducal Manor geniuses suddenly gathered here to join the fortress?

She had no interest in managing the fortress!

Seeing Anastasia's lack of enthusiasm, Hael and the others were surprised.

With their talent and strength, joining any fortress should have been considered a boon for Anastasia.

"Miss, we're here at the Duke's orders. Wherever Velen is, that's where we'll be," Hael said solemnly, looking at Anastasia.

"Velen? What does this have to do with Velen?" Anastasia asked, confused.

"Miss, you may not know, but after arriving at the Ducal Manor, Velen made a grand display of his power, defeating over two hundred peers among the awakening generation. He's now a mber of the Hatchling Order," Hael explained, his face full of pride, as though Velen's astonishing achievents were his own.

"As for the spellbeast invasion you're worried about, you can rest assured. With us here, however many spellbeasts co, that's how many we'll kill!"

At this mont, Ironback Centipede stepped forward with a cold smile, stopping in front of Anastasia.

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Ironback Centipede, Anastasia's pupils constricted sharply.

From him, she felt a suffocating sense of danger.

His strength was undoubtedly at Ascended Rank level 9, and among that rank, he was one of the strongest—perhaps even more powerful than her father, the Duke.

"And you are?" Anastasia asked cautiously, though she already had a hint from Hael's earlier remarks that this spellbeast was here to join the fortress.

But since when did the Ducal Manor have such a powerful spellbeast?

Facing Anastasia's serious inquiry, Hael gestured respectfully toward Ironback Centipede and said, "Miss Anastasia, this is Ironback Centipede, a super-strong Ascended Rank level 9 spellbeast. The Duke ntioned that it was subdued by Velen on their way to the teleportation base. With this spellbeast guarding the fortress, it will be as solid as a rock!"

It was precisely because of Ironback Centipede's presence that they felt completely secure. The Ducal Manor had no concerns about their safety here.

After all, there were very few beings in the universe capable of threatening Ironback Centipede.

Anastasia stared at Ironback Centipede in disbelief.

Such a terrifying spellbeast had been subdued by Velen and turned into his mount?

She must have misheard, right?

Then, as if realizing sothing, she turned to Aiden.

"Uncle Aiden, is your reason for coming to the fortress also related to Velen?"

Aiden gave a sowhat awkward laugh. "I haven't t Velen yet, but I've heard a lot about him and was curious."

Hearing this, Anastasia rubbed her smooth forehead.

As expected, nearly everyone here was because of Velen!

Velen had only been gone for a few days, yet he had already attracted so many talents and powerful figures.

What exactly had he done?

Especially Ironback Centipede, an Ascended Rank level 9 spellbeast—how had he managed to subdue it as a mount?

Though puzzled, Anastasia had no choice but to face this new reality.

The fortress, which had previously been ho to her, Kevin, Robert, and Alan, would now have a flood of new people!

And who knew what Velen might do next after entering the Singularity Battlefield? Would he attract even more people to the fortress?

Ever since accepting Velen, her dream of a quiet, focused leveling environnt had been completely shattered!

She couldn't even be sure if more awakeners would join in the future.

The thought made Anastasia's gaze turn sharp.

When Velen returned, she wouldn't let him leave again. Otherwise, the fortress would descend into chaos!

Seeing Anastasia's growing frustration, Hael seed to think of sothing and quickly sent her a ntal transmission.

"Miss Anastasia, there's sothing I might need to tell you in advance."

Anastasia took a deep breath, suppressing her irritation as she curiously looked at Hael.

Why was he sending a ntal ssage, avoiding the others?

Still, she followed his lead and asked in a neutral tone, "Hael, what's so important?"

Hael hesitated briefly before transmitting, "Miss, you may not know this, but Velen is not just the fortress's vice-captain or a mber of the Hatchling Order. He's also an independent senator recognized by the senate, holding the sa rank as the other senators. Even the Duke must respectfully address him as Senator Velen and follow his directives. So, please don't hold anything against him."

This information had been a closely guarded secret within the Ducal Manor, known only to its higher-ups.

But before they departed, the Duke, aware of Anastasia's temperant, had instructed Hael to inform her of Velen's status as an independent senator if necessary.

Hearing this, Anastasia's mind spun. For a mont, she looked at Hael in shock.

The position of independent senator was the highest honor that could be bestowed upon soone not born into the Ducal Manor.

It also made them one of the core mbers of the senate, capable of influencing the Ducal Manor's destiny!

Previously, there had been no suitable candidate, and the position had remained vacant. After all, becoming an independent senator required imnse contributions to the Ducal Manor and unanimous approval from the five existing senators—an almost impossible feat for any genius.

How had Velen, an Apprentice Rank level 9 awakener, achieved this?

"Hael, this isn't a funny joke," Anastasia said, glaring at him in disbelief.

Hael, though not entirely privy to the details, said earnestly, "Miss, I don't know how Senator Velen earned this position either. The Duke ntioned only that he provided the sect with a massive number of advanced mana stones. It seems the independent senator position was... purchased."

"Purchased?"

Anastasia stared at Hael in disbelief.

Was it even possible to buy the position of independent senator?

But recalling Velen's extravagant actions when joining the Watchers' Legion, it seed plausible.

How many advanced mana stones had he offered to convince the senate to unanimously approve him?

The five senators were seasoned and knowledgeable figures. To gain their approval, Velen must have provided an unimaginable amount of wealth!

While Anastasia was deep in thought, a special letter in her possession suddenly trembled.

She pulled it out and saw words appearing on its surface.

Belle?!

Seeing the pink text, Anastasia smiled for the first ti in a while.

Ever since Belle had left to study, the sisters hadn't communicated in a long ti.

She quickly wrote back on the letter:

"Belle, you've been away for so long without a word. Do you even rember that you have a sister?"

The words had barely disappeared when a playful reply appeared on the letter:

"Sis, what should you call your ntor's ntor?"

Anastasia blinked in confusion.

Was her sister joking? After all this ti, this was what she wanted to discuss?

"I'm your sister. Your ntor's ntor is, naturally, also my ntor. Belle, why are you asking such a strange question all of a sudden?"

Anastasia found her sister's behavior odd.

But Belle's next response left her utterly speechless.

"Well, Sis, your vice-captain Velen has taken my ntor as his ntee. So I thought I'd give you a heads-up. Otherwise, when you et him again, you might be caught off guard."

"My ntor, as you know, is Caitlin, the headmaster of Celestia Academy!"

"Oh, and he's started sothing called the Tycoon Club. He says it's just a club, not a faction. My ntor is the first mber."

"When we're done here, my ntor will bring to et our ntor. You'd better prepare in advance!"

After this ssage, the letter dimd.