"Andre, I'm not going to interfere in the Empire's politics. They've also tacitly agreed not to let me get involved. Let's wait until they've decided the outcome."
"If you're worried about widespread suffering, you can go after it happens."
"Still, thanks for the warning. I'll put together a unit equipped with mithril, just in case."
Hearing Lynn say he would form a mithril-equipped unit, Andre didn't say anything more. Instead, he gave a knight's salute. "All right."
"By the way, I haven't sparred with anyone in ages. How about a match?" Lynn walked over to the weapon rack and picked up a gunblade.
It had been made by shaping a short sword around a pistol.
"All right." Andre didn't refuse.
Lynn had gotten back to training, and he progressed at an incredible pace.
One year of his progress was worth two or three for someone else.
His aura was now at the peak of the Sixth Order, nearly reaching the Seventh.
For an ordinary person, it was normal to enter the academy at fourteen as a First Stage, reach the Second Stage at fifteen, the Third Order at sixteen, the Fourth Rank at seventeen, and the Fifth Order at eighteen.
But geniuses didn't play by the rules.
Her Highness the Princess had already reached the Eighth Order by graduation, and she'd been at the Fifth Order when she enrolled.
There was someone named Leticia who'd entered at the First Stage and graduated at the Seventh Order. She was even more of a freak.
And Lynn?
He'd slacked off and graduated at the Third Order.
But after three years in exile, he'd reached the peak of the Sixth Order.
And that was without much love for training.
He'd managed to advance at the rate of one order per year.
Andre was