"Still, was my situation really that miserable?"
Casually toying with a gleaming Emis Heart gemstone, Anvis rubbed its hard, cool, smooth facets and fell into thought.
"Indeed, according to the circumstances described in this letter, having lived so miserably from childhood to adulthood and then having my sore spot struck, I should be furious right now.
"And under the influence of that faint Alien God power, I not only resent Fiona for taking resources that should have belonged to me, but am also deeply angry and disappointed with the Olyvendi Family for directly predetermining the next head of the family.
"But with all the power I currently possess, let alone opposing the family's ninth rank, I probably lack the strength even to deal with Fiona.
"Then The Banquet mentioned in this mysterious letter is an opportunity for me to reverse this situation."
Slowly, an angry expression appeared on Anvis's face. His fists gradually clenched, as if he were incomparably disappointed by the family's decision and felt that all his efforts had been utterly worthless.
Yet beneath all these actions, Anvis's azure eyes remained as still as a deep ice lake, without the slightest ripple.
"However, based on the personality I usually display, although I'm angry now, I wouldn't be so reckless as to lose my head.
"Moreover, although the influence of the Alien God power attached to the letter is very subtle, I wear too many protective accessories. The other party also wouldn't want my mental state to undergo drastic abnormalities in a short period of time and alert the enemy.
"So, the effect of this Alien God power works gradually, and its influence on my rationality has been weakened considerably."
With these thoughts turning in his mind, Anvis casually opened the silver-white Spellbook hanging at the side of his