Have Ian Silverpeak come to me. As long as he dared to come, I dared to give him Inaga II's relics—as long as he dared.
You were really overthinking things. There was a kind of crystalline stupidity to it.
Carlos's sharp assessment of Bokaang's most basic provocation was utterly direct: "Ian will come looking for you? Go to Ridgehold? Do you even know what you're saying? Even a Fourth Energy Level isn't someone you can summon just because you say so, let alone Ian, a Fifth Energy Level who is obviously stronger than you."
"You aren't planning to scheme against a prophet, are you? Bokaang, don't say such incomprehensible nonsense. It makes me think less of your wisdom."
"Heh." The Grand Duke of Ridgehold chuckled as well. "If I could leave Ridgehold, I'd already be having a long talk with the Silverpeak Prophet by the Tranquil Sea. Don't treat me like one of you conservatives who don't dare to change. If I need to do something, I will do it, whether I like that choice or not—unless it cannot be done."
"And I have no intention of plotting against the prophet. I do indeed possess a 'legacy' Inaga II gave us back then... Though calling it a legacy is not quite right. It is the 'core' we need most. Otherwise, when you withdrew the Northern Legion for the expedition into the Blazing Flame Lands, why do you think we made no move at all?"
"You didn't really think we failed to act because our intelligence was unclear and we were too hesitant to make a decision, did you?"
Carlos did not reply, but his subtle expression made it clear that was exactly what he had thought. Bokaang was so angered that he sneered repeatedly. "Fine. Looking at how lazy you've