Of course, the young Medium knew what the businesswoman meant-Arthur could think of nothing else except that the Knight title had finally been confirmed as the prize for winning the Swordsmanship Tournament.
With that settled, Arthur finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The Knight title was crucial to many of Arthur's future plans.
If something went wrong, he could still make up for it through other means, but the time and effort required would increase almost tenfold. Arthur absolutely did not want that, nor could he accept it-in any world, truly crossing class boundaries was extremely difficult. Breaking into the privileged class was harder still.
Because...
Resources were finite!
Those resources included conventional ones such as food, minerals, and population, as well as unconventional ones such as ancient ruins, secret medicines, and Mystic Arts. The latter were especially important in this world-to better enjoy the conventional resources, the handful of people who controlled the unconventional ones would only guard their hold more fiercely.
Would those who boarded first leave seats for those still outside?
Not a chance!
Those who boarded first would only weld the doors shut and speed ahead at full throttle, their brazen laughter fading into the distance amid the curses of those left behind.
It had nothing to do with morality or honor.
It was simply human nature.
And the rules by which the world operated arose from it.
Of course, some people could overturn such rules.
But that required immense personal power.
And...
The right timing, favorable circumstances, and the right people!
Arthur knew perfectly well that he possessed neither the former nor the latter.
So he chose to work within the existing rules, become a noble, and gain the corresponding resources and qualifications. And then?
Wait for his chance!
Arthur believed that day was not