After Schiller's explanation, Shivan finally understood. First, very few people in this world possessed magical talent. Second, he was fortunate not to have any. If he had truly entered the mainstream magical world, he certainly would not have survived the last disaster.
"You should be grateful for that old man's refusal to pass on his teachings." Schiller raised a hand and said, "If he had chosen you as his heir so early on and spent all those years brainwashing you with his foolish way of thinking, making you believe that your power was invincible and that you bore responsibilities to match it, you would probably have died long ago."
The expression on Shivan's face shifted spectacularly. Then he revealed a faint smile and said, "But he has an heir now."
That heir had been lucky, perfectly avoiding the vampire invasion. Not just anyone could play the hero amid that kind of chaotic battle.
Schiller interlaced his fingers beneath his chin and said, "Setting power aside, do you agree with his ideals?"
"Actually, I don't know what ideals he has."
"At the very least, you know one thing: he believes that anyone who cannot resist the temptation of power is evil." After thinking for a moment, Schiller said, "At its core, that is a theory of bloodline superiority."
Shivan grew interested as well. "How so?"
"Do you think there is anyone in this world who is not tempted by power? Put it this way: would a child in kindergarten being drawn to alphabet cards count as being tempted by power?"
Shivan frowned slightly.
"You see, kindergarten children cannot read. To them, alphabet cards represent powerful strength, because once they can read, they can identify much more information through words. The world will look entirely different to them."
"They can also use