"I remember you said before..."
"My lord, before was before, and now is now. Isn't Cecilia awake now?" Kyle replied with a smile.
"Well... that..."
"Forget it. It's only a few hours less, anyway."
Velin hardened his heart and put on an indifferent front.
Other than Cyrus, who knew nothing of the world, both Kyle and Xuemiyya understood Velin's bitterness.
After settling the matter, Velin began writing a letter to his grandfather. He then summoned Miller and sent him to deliver it to the Manor in the Royal Capital's East City District.
Inside the Manor, Duke of Moravia looked at his grandson's personal messenger. With a wave of his hand, he drew the letter into his grasp and opened it.
After reading its contents, he found that things were indeed as he had expected.
First, Velin tactfully mentioned the one remaining promise, then tried to use family ties to gloss over the three-year time limit.
"That brat really knows how to calculate!"
If it had been Risis pleading with him, he would have ignored it. But when it came to Velin, Duke of Moravia had far more to consider.
Osmond Aurelius, the East Tower War Mage, was the prized disciple of that old fellow Calix Silvis. He had been stuck at Soul Intent High-level for over two hundred years.
He had already been a Soul Intent High-level Arcanist when he married. Now his only daughter was already a Gold Mage, yet he was still a Soul Intent High-level Arcanist.
In Duke of Moravia's eyes, Osmond was a match for his own disciple.
The only difference was that one had descendants while the other did not.
But how could becoming a Legend be so easy?
There were many geniuses who reached Soul Intent High-level after the age of one hundred, but