Lord was a hero from his birth. His body, brain, senses, intuition, and all fields were extraordinary to begin with. The heir of a prestigious bloodline in Eternal was conceived with the seeds of a legend. It would be mysterious if the child had been ordinary. 

‘I saw something really amazing... Ah, this... I can’t remember it. Father told me to forget, so I have to forget.’ 

Lord had a lot of teachers. They were the best teachers in each field. He naturally had a high vision. It was rare for him to feel anything even when seeing something quite good. This was what happened while he was adventuring and following his father’s footsteps. 

Lord wasn’t very excited when seeing characters, events, and phenomena that were called great. He just deliberately built new relationships. Yet today was a series of shocks. His teacher, Damian, and Zednos, Laella, Isabel, Bland, Beniyaru, etcetera—the talents of the Overgeared Kingdom whom Lord admired were crushed by Zeratul. 

It was a new level of power. For the first time in his life, Lord was crushed by helplessness. He felt great fear that was incomparable to the crisis he experienced at the Vatican as a child. He even felt despair. He felt sorry to his parents because he thought he would die without achieving anything. 

It was a strange and terrible experience. It was an experience that awakened some instinct sealed deep inside Lord. It wasn’t anything...