A Former Dandy, a Present Emperor

But once you added a memory bar, combined with the more than year of experiences and conversations from before, though that emotion still had not changed in the slightest, the vast memory bank enabled more vivid and flexible responses.

It was like an AI trained by big data...

After twenty days of worldly upheaval, the general's lingering remnant had learned of the desperate straits his family and son had endured. He came to understand.

What he truly valued was his descendants. What he wanted was for his children to achieve success and fame, which was why he had wanted them to remain loyal to the emperor. Only the emperor could give them everything; that was an absolute principle etched into his mind.

But what if the emperor intended to kill his son?

His rigid mind finally shifted when the enemy stood at the gates. Yet the cold memory bank made him speak warm words, and a sigh came from the pendant.

"Do as you wish, brat. You've grown up. You're no longer that mischievous child who understood nothing and needed my patient instruction."

The dandy nodded.

It was enough that his father agreed.

More than a year ago, he had never listened to his old man's earnest teachings, but now he was willing to heed every single word.

Still, showing filial respect was not the same as obedience. After twenty days of bitter persuasion, his old man finally acknowledged his rebellious idea before the final moment arrived.

He had finally gained his old man's approval. In a sense, he had taken the first step toward graduation.

At this moment, what stood before the Imperial Guard was no longer the dandy son who had once loafed about everywhere, ruining his health until he lacked even the strength to truss a chicken.