In a place like the Imperial Capital, if you didn't make a name for yourself, there would be no investment, no connections—you might even have a harder time than in some small town. There was never any shortage of geniuses, and if you couldn't stay in the spotlight, you would quickly become yesterday's news.
But for Ian, he couldn't become too famous either. Once he was too well-known, the Empire's upper echelons would take notice.
"Gotta run."
Ian made up his mind. "The sooner, the better!"
Having decided to run, Ian did not immediately leave the Imperial Capital in a panic. Instead, he devised several plans and predicted them one by one.
First.
—He would take the Cyclops Armor and leave immediately, without lingering in the slightest.
There was no change in the colors around Frost Butterfly and Hua An. They remained deathly black and red.
"Looks like they're already watching me. If I leave in such a hurry, it'll definitely make people suspicious." Ian was not surprised. Although his other identities had continually been seen through, his core secret had always been well protected.
That was entirely because Ian had never given anyone cause for suspicion. His identity was clean, and the occasional questionable point could be covered up by the identity the Chehalorvo Family wanted him to have.
But this was dancing on a steel wire. Once suspicions arose and someone seriously investigated, flaws would appear in Ian's records. If those flaws kept widening, all his secrets might be exposed.
So he could not run right away... He had to dispel their suspicions, find an excuse, or make those watching him stop paying attention to him.
The eldest princess Alegria was very interested in his armor designs. That was the cause of her attention, but he absolutely could