Season 1; A Mythical Bird Zorphax. Peregrine Falcon & Harpy Eagle.

"Sir Chas, Prince Lawrence isn't eight, but three." Estella interrupted.

Chas silenced, then laughed. "Yeah, right, like a three-year-old would be like this!"

Lawrence ignored his statement, "Good. Then I'll take you as my teacher." he announced, then spoke again, "But I won't be replacing my current instructor. Is that okay with you?" Lawrence asked, leaning and grinning.

Chas smiled and stood. He held out his hand, "Deal."

"Then, Elijah. I'll wake you up tomorrow. You better be prepared for more crucial training than you've ever encountered. Ah, contact your fourth escort. We'll be needing him." he added before leaving out the door.

"Sweetie..." Estella called Lawrence.

"Yes, Mother? Is there a problem?" Lawrence stood and placed the tea on Estella's teacup. "Drink. It's still warm."

"Thank you, sweetie." Estella took the teacup in her hands. She glanced at the tea and returned his gaze towards Lawrence, "How did someone as respected as Sir Chas Prowess Stone know you?" she asked reluctantly.

Lawrence sat down and filled his teacup with the tea from the teapot. He took a sip and faced Estella with a smile, "His majesty supposedly 'gifted' him to me. I heard from the maids in the palace that he's a well-respected and known Professor of the Greatest Hesperia Academy."

"He is, but does this mean they know you're somewhat Prodigious? I mean, you're not a prodigy, but you can still be considered as one since you are a Genius."

Lawrence placed down his teacup on the table. "Rumors of I, being a prodigy, has already spread around the palace. That is to say, maids, guards, knights, and even nobles are talking about me. It's okay if they see me as a prodigy. But..., we must not let any rumour escalate of I being a genius because it'll only be a hindrance to our lives. Don't worry much about this problem, Mother. I'll handle it." Lawrence assured.

Estella sighed, "It is not that I don't trust you can't handle it. But if there is even the slightest hint of your potential getting leaked, you'll be facing a horde of nobles who wants to reveal you."

"I'll be careful, Mother," Lawrence reassured again. "But may I ask how long we'll be staying here?"

"Good question. We might stay here for a week, sweetie. I have some business with my partner in the city and some nobles I have to meet. But it might take longer than a week considering Chas's situation. If it is revealed to the public that you brought back home such an esteemed professor, rumours will undoubtedly start."

Lawrence nodded, "Indeed. Then I guess we'll have to say longer." Lawrence stood. "Excuse me, Mother. I'll prepare a letter to send to Eugene."

Estella smiled, "Should I call a maid to prepare a bird?"

"That would be helpful. But can you ask to have a bird who can travel fast? It would be better to have the letter sent within the day."

"Then I shall." Estella stood and placed her teacup down on the table. She took her coat from the rack and opened the door to leave the room. "It won't take long. I know my way around the palace," she said, not looking back to Lawrence.

Lawrence walked towards a desk in the corner of the room. He pulled the chair underneath the desk and opened one of the drawers.

"Convenient. I guess it's only reasonable to have prepared papers on a desk," Lawrence said, taking a paper from the drawer and placing it on top of the desk. He took the quill and ink and started writing.

He wrote inside his letter in summary, "I will need your presence along with the fourth history. Please come within this day if possible." It was brief, asking Eugene to come to the City of Muelaemoar along with what he is protecting, The Fourth History.

Lawrence finished writing his name and signature beneath his message on the letter. He then folded the paper and moved it into an envelope. Using his particular stamp, a stamp he created, he sealed the envelope.

"Your highness," there were knocks behind the doors of his chamber.

"Come in." Lawrence.

The door opened, and a trolley with a birdcage on top of it entered the room. A man was behind the trolley, pushing it, accompanied by a maid beside him.

"A peregrine falcon?"

The man behind took his hat off and stood beside the trolley, "Not quite, your highness. This little fellow is a zorphax bird. He is one of the newborn Sage Messengers, Ophelia Hedwig. Although he may possess a look of an ordinary peregrine falcon, this young fellow is feistier and smarter. And as you can see, he is a little bigger than a peregrine falcon. He may be smaller than a harpy eagle, but it can match them in strength and brute force." the aviculturist eagerly introduced.

"I see."

"Oh, forgive me, your highness. I am Gallion Pierce. The Imperial Aviculturist."

"Elijah Sage. Then can Ophelia send the letter within the day?" Lawrence asked.

"It might be faster than an hour, your highness," Gallion said. "You can tell Ophelia here to make haste if you want. Since he is faster than a peregrine falcon and has an exceptional acceleration ability, you can trust he'd do the job quickly," he said and opened the birdcage.

The bird came out gently and flew on Gallion's left shoulder.

"Here's the envelope." Lawrence gave it to Gallion. Gallion took the letter, but before he could give it to Ophelia, Lawrence asked, "By the way, how can he carry the lengthy envelope?"

"Oh, about that, your highness. Ophelia does not carry them but places them in his spatial subspace." Gallion smiled.

Lawrence twitched his face in confusion and interest. "Can you elaborate?"

"Well, it's better to show it to you," Gallion spoke and moved the envelope near Ophelia. Ophelia screeched and spread his wings. Then a sudden blue circling light appeared before its peck and swallowed the envelope.

Lawrence stepped back, fascinated. "A blackhole?"

"A spatial subspace, your highness." Gallion corrected.