Wendelin sighed, leaning back. The events of the ancient ruins still played in his mind—the narrow escapes and the heavy burden of his growing influence. In this world, being the eighth son was supposed to mean obscurity, but here he was, the center of every political maneuver in the kingdom.
"Well," Wendelin muttered, a small, tired smile forming on his face. "So much for a quiet afternoon. Everyone, gear up."
The afternoon sun dipped low over the Margrave’s estate as Wendelin von Benno Baumeister sat in his study, staring at a mountain of paperwork that felt more daunting than a pack of Elder Dragons.
Their quiet moment was interrupted by the door bursting open. Erwin and Iina stumbled in, looking slightly singed.
"Master, your tea is getting cold," Elise said softly, setting a fresh cup on the mahogany desk.
"I was just thinking about the 'ancient' part of the ruins," Wendelin admitted, taking a sip. "It’s strange. We fight for treasures left by people who are long gone, yet we use those very things to complicate our lives today."
"Wendelin! You won't believe it," Erwin panted, holding up a blackened, vibrating magic crystal. "We found this in the storage of the spoils. It started humming the moment we brought it near your old practice wand."
Hachi-nan Tte, Sore Wa Nai Deshou! (dub) Episode 7 May 2026
Wendelin sighed, leaning back. The events of the ancient ruins still played in his mind—the narrow escapes and the heavy burden of his growing influence. In this world, being the eighth son was supposed to mean obscurity, but here he was, the center of every political maneuver in the kingdom.
"Well," Wendelin muttered, a small, tired smile forming on his face. "So much for a quiet afternoon. Everyone, gear up." Hachi-nan tte, Sore wa Nai deshou! (Dub) Episode 7
The afternoon sun dipped low over the Margrave’s estate as Wendelin von Benno Baumeister sat in his study, staring at a mountain of paperwork that felt more daunting than a pack of Elder Dragons. Wendelin sighed, leaning back
Their quiet moment was interrupted by the door bursting open. Erwin and Iina stumbled in, looking slightly singed. "Well," Wendelin muttered, a small, tired smile forming
"Master, your tea is getting cold," Elise said softly, setting a fresh cup on the mahogany desk.
"I was just thinking about the 'ancient' part of the ruins," Wendelin admitted, taking a sip. "It’s strange. We fight for treasures left by people who are long gone, yet we use those very things to complicate our lives today."
"Wendelin! You won't believe it," Erwin panted, holding up a blackened, vibrating magic crystal. "We found this in the storage of the spoils. It started humming the moment we brought it near your old practice wand."
