The Battlefield of the Strong (33)

It was actually very simple.

Mikael's Soul Light Body, a bird of light that looked somewhat like a phoenix but shone even more brilliantly, tilted its head and glanced at Ian. "You also know that Grand Duke Solin possesses my grandfather Inaga II's legacy concerning psionic arts.

"He was once my grandfather's student, a Chosen One—although the old Grand Duke died at my grandfather's hands, he still respected him and inherited part of his legacy.

"And all of my grandfather's legacies are interconnected. If one wishes to restore the glory of the Golden Age, or even go further, then my grandfather's legacy is essential."

He raised his head to look at the dim, faintly blood-colored sky above Azure City and said calmly, "But for the overwhelming majority of people in this world, for the overwhelming majority of powerful sublimators—this world does not need a second Inyaga. It does not need another Black Tyrant so desperate to act.

"Terra as it is now may be far from perfect, but for them, it is already good enough. It only needs to be changed slowly; there is no need to rush.

"They will not allow my grandfather's legacy to be gathered together. I cannot obtain it, Grand Duke Solin cannot obtain it, and neither can any of the other inheritors still concealing their identities.

"Likewise, I have selfish motives too. I cannot let anyone else obtain my grandfather's legacy either. It's that simple."

"And."

Ian narrowed his eyes, an habitual expression whenever he uncovered some secret or caught the hidden meaning in another's words.

The youth said softly, "You want me to serve as a receiver. A receiver hidden in the shadows."

"Your Highness, later, you will make an open and aboveboard appearance, confronting the powerful figures from other nations who will arrive