The Ians Republic's actions had truly frightened all the surrounding kingdoms. In particular, its abolition of noble titles and slaughter of domestic nobles had filled them with deep wariness toward this country.
Cardenas Kingdom, Mage Association.
The Chairman sighed. He felt that this republic was like a bomb that could explode at any moment, bringing unknown changes to the world.
Morse rushed in from outside and said eagerly, "Dad, I want to study under Hekate! I want to become the Storm Mage's student!"
"Get lost. I don't have a son as stupid as you," the Chairman said speechlessly.
Last month, he had swaggered off to challenge someone, only to be struck down by a Summon Thunder Technique. This month, he wanted to become her student. It was truly humiliating. How had he ended up with such an embarrassing son?
The dignity of the Magic Association President was practically being ruined by this idiot.
Morse snorted. "Dad, the Ians Republic even dared to kill the nobles who founded their country. What wouldn't they dare to do? They're just too cool! Besides, the title Storm Mage sounds so impressive. Being her student is way better than being your son!"
The Chairman drew in a sharp breath. He felt his palm twitching again.
Sensing trouble, Morse turned and ran. "Dad, you're just an old fossil! Your son is going to cling to someone powerful!"
"Damn it, this idiot." The Chairman instantly sprang up, chased after him, and kicked Morse in the backside, sending him flying.
"Ah, Dad, I'm leaving!"
Kicked into the air, Morse simply floated there before accelerating sharply toward the Ians Republic.
"Fuck..."
The Chairman had just been about to curse when he noticed everyone around him staring. He could only swallow the word back down and return with a dark