At the same time of the day, they were under rigorous training led by Joan. The Princess was also training with him. Luckily, the Prince halted his assault on Joan primarily due to the Directors explaining things. Days went by like no one noticed it. Joan was punished every day as he was sleeping in his teacher's class. Sir Delmund was very infuriated at the point of making Joan report to the guidance counsellor.

Days went by and the Principal was waiting outside his door. Joan readied with his best clothes to wear currently for an upcoming event.

"The King wants to see you in person. Talk how lucky you are at that," The Principal said to him.

"Nah, it is not something to be lucky at. I say it is burdensome," Joan said to him..

"Hahaha, you need escorts for your dubbing as the Kingdom's skill researcher. I don't want you to look lame on that day," He said to him.

"Thank you for that," Joan chuckled.

"Anyways, let us go to the teleportation array. We will teleport from here to the King's castle," He said.

"We have that?" Joan asked surprised.

"Yeah, we can also teleport now if you want. Right here, right now. Luckily, I am a Mage with spatial skills. Majestic ain't it?" He said.

"Yeah, majestic. But I want to see this teleportation array. It sounds interesting to see," Joan said to him.

"Nah, it is only some pillars situated on both sides then when the Mages will activate the spatial spell, assuming they knew the designated place, you will enter in the light. Now if the coordinates are right, you arrive at the place. If not, then good luck with that. That's it, simple isn't it?" He said.

Joan then laughed at him. Thinking that what could go wrong if he will be sent to a different place. They travelled to the Teleportation array and as the Principal has said, it has two pillars and the place was bathed with light. It was inside the building and Mages prepared the spell ahead of time. Three Mages were enough to do the task and they were all had staff with them. Lifting their hands as they maintained the portal.

"Let's go, Joan, they await!" The Principal said to him.

They entered the spiralling light and then they emerged to a courtyard with a garden around the place. Others emerged too from their backs and so they went on.

"This place is where all the ones who want to teleport to this place will emerge. Specifically the teleportation receiver of the King's castle. We can also go home in this same pillar," The Principal said to him.

They saw a castle painted in ashen white. Tall as the towers of their walls. A spike was on its top with the kingdom's flag fluttering on the wind.

They went on towards the gates of the mansion and saw that there were guards. Having seen the face of the principal was enough for the guards to let them in. They entered the halls with a red carpet on their footing. Entering the place, they saw robed men huddle together. Having staff in their hands and were all having white hairs. Mane was long and ashen white.

As Joan looked at them further, they were none other than his companions, his sworn friend was also with them.

"Joan! My dear Joan, how are you? It has been so long since we've last met," Isaias said to him.

"I am fine! It is nice to see you again," Joan said to him.

"I am sorry for not visiting you in school. I am reporting to the King once in a while. We are too busy with this mess we are in. But, I am here with you in your dubbing. Congratulations in advance. We Prophets will be on your back as you face the King. Just an act of small support on you with just our presence," Isaias said to him. Other Prophets nodded at him in approval.

"Thank you, guys! I am a bit worried though that you need to be with me. Is there a reason why? Is the King that frightening?" Joan asked.

"Ahem, he is a strict one. At least you will not be beaten if we are here," Isaias said to him.

"Really?" Joan gulped his saliva.

"Hahaha, just joking. But him being strict is no laughing matter," Isaias whispered.historical

The butler then approached them with a monocle on his eyes. Dressed in a suit made him well-groomed.

"Everyone, prepare to meet the king," Said his butler.

"Sure," Isaias said to him.

They entered the throne room of the King. Joan was in the centre and on his side was the Principal. The Prophets on his back, it was then, he turned around and saw the Class Directors arrive. Joan's face etched a smile he didn't have before. Together, they nodded and marched towards the King. The advisers of the King was confused as to what was happening. For these people to flock inside the throne room and follow one man. Thinking about their presence made an uproar to the advisers. Making their minds confused at the moment.

Thinking about it, Joan was the reason. But they questioned themselves how did that happen. For them to make an appearance was one thing, but for something like a dubbing of someone was unheard of ever since. For Prophets, Principal, and Class Directors to follow him and give their support.

"We hail the majesty!" They kneeled at his front and Joan was on the front.

"Stand up," The King said to them.

"What could be the reason that such persons of high status be here?" He asked.

"We are but showing our support to our benefactor my King," Prophet Isaias said to the King.

"Oh, to whom to be exact?" He asked.

"To Joan Emsworth nonetheless my King," He said. The ones who heard it was shocked. Even the Directors didn't know that he was a benefactor of the Prophets. Nor did the Prophets know that he was also the Director's benefactor. Making themselves laugh inwardly.

"Joan, I didn't know you have gained the Director's support," Isaias said to him in a whisper.

"I didn't know too," Joan replied.

"Anyways, did you reject my daughter's proposal as a castle guard? Son of a farmer?" The King asked.

"Yes, my King," Joan said.

"Good, that is better," The King said to him.

"You will be put to trial if you accepted. You passed," The King said to him. Joan gulped his saliva, sweat running down his face.

"This sure is interesting. To have gathered the most prestigious persons in a single event. Now, Joan Emsworth. How can you make us believe that you are their benefactor? My advisors are still confused. Convince me, convince us. Be honest or your head will be put to a platter," The King said.

Joan gulped as he didn't want to reveal his endeavours in the first place. As he wants to make it a secret. But revealing the fact that he was a multi-class already was a mishap on his part. Also, his knowledge that was on par with the Job class directors made him believable. Making it to the lengths of revealing that he was a Skill researcher.

"Just be honest Joan. Go on, tell him," Isaias said in Joan's mind. Joan lifted his head then talked as the King's command. Honest, he said and so Joan replied.

"I am a companion of Prophet Isaias in the beginning. Battling a Demon Lord also and then surviving. We stopped the resurrection of the Demon Lords in a hard-fought fight. Being also one of the active members who battled three Demon Lords at the same time. I want to be honest, and I am chosen as the Last Child of Hope. No one will be next to me," Joan said to them.

The Directors were all shocked at his words. They never know that he was an active member who battled the three Demon Lords in the past. And at a young age at that.

"I am also the one who helped ascend the Directors to Legends and gave the last letter of the Principal's brother to him. Also, my secret as a Skill researcher has spilt thanks to them," Joan added.

The Prophets were amazed at how great he was. They didn't know that he can do such things. Making them in awe.

"Lies! How could that happen? My King, don't believe the kid's grandiose and exaggerated tales," Said the King's adviser.

"Find better lies next time. Prepare the platter!" Said another adviser.

"My King! Let us speak on the kid's behalf." Said Isaias.

"Speak," The King said to him.

"What he said is the truth my liege! All of us Prophets will put our heads in line to testify of his endeavours,"

"We Class Directors will also put our lives on the line. We will testify on his behalf. For shaming our benefactor will only lead to certain consequences," Troan said to him. The advisers shrieked at his words. They haven't thought that they will back him up as a witness.

"Hmmm, if you all testify, then it is the truth. Now, Joan Emsworth, come here," The King said to him.

Joan then knelt on his front. The King then grabbed his sword and proceeded.

"You Joan Emsworth will be Humanity's protector. I dubbed you as the Kingdom's Skill Researcher. I call thee Sir Joan Emsworth," The King said to him.

The Prophets rejoiced at his words. Also, the Class Directors were in a joyous mood.