"Report, the target has been confirmed deceased. Over."

"Very well, Sparrow, your mission has been successfully completed. Congratulations on your perfect retirement. In the days to come, enjoy your reunion with your family to the fullest. The organization has prepared your bonuses for all these years, so you don't need to worry about anything once you return home. Over."

"I also want to thank you all for your long-term care. Goodbye. Over."

With a burst of static, Florence Xia-Firgo, the golden-haired man in black sportswear, removed his earpiece. Meanwhile, the figure hidden high in the branches of the Valdes Forest also leaped down gracefully. He dismantled all the defensive measures he had set up in the area, including magic traps, snares, and even anti-tank mines, all neatly packed into a simple mountaineering backpack.

"Wind Step."

In the next moment, Florence Xia-Firgo's figure turned into a gentle breeze and disappeared into the depths of the forbidden forest.

Back at the distant Mage Academy, a fierce battle had just taken place, leaving everyone physically and mentally exhausted. However, it seemed that the course of events had taken an unexpected turn.

The white-haired elder waved his hands, restoring everything that had been damaged.

Many students were busy escorting injured teachers and classmates to the school's infirmary.

Crates of potions were being carried out from the main building of the academy.

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While the sacrifices that should have been made were averted, it appeared that no one realized it. Only the white-haired elder cast a helpless glance in the direction of the forbidden forest. He alone knew the whole story.

"Florence."

"Florence Xia-Firgo, welcome back safely. I hereby announce that you are officially resigning from the International Magical Major Incident Strike Team. Your records will be transferred to the International Magical Federation, and you will take up the position of Minister of Liaison. All matters related to the handover of duties will be your responsibility starting next Monday in The Hague." A senior figure dressed in traditional Huaxia martial arts attire shook the hand of Florence Xia-Firgo in front of him, congratulating him with a radiant smile. "Now, go home and see your wife and child. Yao Yao and little Neil have been looking forward to it for a long time."

"Little Nir? Has my child finally been born?"

"Yes, it's a girl. Yao Yao has had quite an easy time of it. But after all, carrying a child for two years isn't anything unusual, considering Yao Yao's unique bloodline."

"Then, see you later, Old Zhou." Florence Xia-Firgo could hardly contain his excitement and turned into a gust of wind, heading home.

"Young people," the old man shook his head with a smile, looking up at the cloudless sky. "Tomorrow will surely be a good day."

"Baby, I'm back, baby!" Florence Xia-Firgo rushed into the house in excitement and hurried to his wife and child.

At this moment, the little girl in the crib was sleeping soundly, and Xia Yao was lying on the bed, engrossed in reading an ancient book. When she saw her husband's anxious appearance, she raised an eyebrow. "Thank goodness I put a one-way soundproofing charm on the baby's crib, or you might have scared her."

The Florence Xia-Firgo of this moment stood by the bedside, staring intently at the little bundle. There seemed to be two small bumps in her chestnut hair. Hearing his wife's complaint, he bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

"Go take a shower, you're all covered in dirt."

"All right, I will obey the orders of my wife." The two exchanged smiles, and the little girl named Nirvana turned over in her bed, her mouth still muttering something.

And so, a new story begins.