If successful, with Ian’s earnest efforts, at the very least our child would reach the Fourth Energy Level. Marquis Grant didn’t think he could achieve the Fourth Energy Level, and without surprises, Cotes might not be able to either. A life in exchange for a stable opportunity at the Fourth Energy Level—Grant Family wouldn’t miss such a great opportunity.
"Ian, a genius surpasses a fool a thousandfold. You are such a genius."
Confronted with Ian’s sigh, Marquis Grant straightened his expression: "You would not intentionally harm Cotes, have him die in your experint—as long as you can ensure this, guess what, how many nobles on this land would want to send their legitimate children and heirs to you as ’experint subjects’?"
"Your research on Aether, your developnt on the Arcane Pathway, have now been acknowledged by the world, many are willing to risk their lives to beco your disciple."
"Cotes..."
Saying so, Marquis Grant looked at his child, although his eyes held reluctance, they gradually beca firm: "In this world, if one cannot beco strong, they will beco like , adrift, unable to determine their own destiny, re ’grass.’ Even if a Perpetual Motion Machine descends, it would still be so."
"Even the Third Energy Level is no more than grass. I hope my child can surpass , at the very least, to be a mighty tree that stands firm in the storm."
"If unable to do so, living in the future would only be painful."
"I’ll live very happily, Dad." But Little Kot did not grasp the depth of his father’s resolve in his words, he just cheerfully waved his little hands: "I will strive to survive my teacher’s tutelage!"
"... It’s not that dangerous. Don’t make it out like I’m so man-eating Great Demon, as if surviving is a feat."
Ian sighed, placing Cotes aside, and in a serious tone said, "I originally intended to tell you after lunch what exactly I plan to do to Cotes, but it seems I must clarify now."
"Grant. What I want to do to Cotes is akin to what Axel did to all of the Setal Imperial Family, and like what Axel has done to all ordinary people of this world—I want to transform him into a better person."
"However, the power to decide what kind of person to beco remains with Cotes himself."
Upon hearing this, not only was Cotes stunned (he didn’t understand), but Marquis Grant also froze on the sofa.
"... Your Majesty?"
He murmured, recalling the aning these words represented, his eyes gradually turning a little frightened: "You an... the kind of super brainwashing capable of bringing forth a second personality?"
"Yes and no."
Ian nodded slightly, casting a sidelong glance at the blue-haired little boy blinking at him, gently saying, "I simply drew inspiration from Axel’s actions."
"Grant, what do you think of the nature of most human personalities in this world?"
"What?"
Marquis Grant took a deep breath, beginning to seriously ponder Ian’s question, then chuckled: "Of course, it’s terrible—I as a noble master may not experience those with bad and rotten personalities, but those fools, oblivious to their stupidity, overly self-confident, even arrogant, and conceited, are indeed a bit too many."
"Human nature is just so."
Ian calmly said: "Humans cannot live without confidence, self-doubt is the onset of depression and choosing death—to put it extrely, the arrogance and unwarranted confidence of the ignorant are precisely the placebo for this tragic world, allowing many to live in their own world, peacefully passing their lives."
"Humans have the power to choose foolishness—I do not intend to be like Axel, forcibly turning everyone into geniuses like the forr Emperor Inega II."
"However, I believe, humans should also have the power to choose ’wisdom.’"
At this mont, Grant finally understood Ian’s aning, he couldn’t help but exclaim: "You an... to let people choose for themselves whether they can beco Inega II..."
"No." Ian interrupted him: "Inega II is hardly the ’wisdom’ template. If anything, I think I am more suitable, or if not, Kerraith could work too."
Marquis Grant dared not respond—Ian ntioned three Fifth Energy Level beings in a sentence, even if one died and another was sealed, he couldn’t jest about them. The sweating marquis gritted his teeth, saying: "Then, Ian, what exactly do you an?"
"Self-discipline. Pursuit of truth. Not avoiding issues, not shirking responsibility when encountering errors."
Ian slowly said: "One is one, two is two. You may have double standards, but be aware that you do, don’t refuse to admit it. Fairly acknowledge anyone’s achievents, not brainlessly disparage or blindly agree due to them being your enemy, friend, or idol."
"Perseverance, diligence, able to endure mundane repetitions, and remain composed and steady when surprises arise. Capable of learning and having fun, able to correctly identify others’ goodwill or malice, able to properly express their emotions and thoughts, not remaining silent during critical monts, not causing misunderstandings due to failure to explain."
"And many more... not necessarily an intelligent person, because intelligent people are selfish and good at self-preservation. But definitely a wise person, who, if more existed in this world, would make it a better place."
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