"No wonder Pandro showed so little reverence for Wizards in his words..." Ian still preferred this na, as he had called Pandro this way for many years.
He could feel the confidence Pandro exuded from his achievents.
If Ian wished.
Any of his attacks, Magic, Swordsmanship, punches, would carry the effect of breaking rules. Even in a normal Magic duel, his Magic would have a Breaking Technique effect.
Of course, if the opponent was too strong, the effect would surely not be as good, since this was rely a form of authority, not a conceptual force, and couldn’t bridge the gap in power to consistently maximize its effect.
The authority of the paradox was the sa... In truth, for Ian, as long as he did not provoke the Divine Spirit among the clouds, there weren’t many powers in the world that could crush his existence. The greatest use of this authority was to place him at an innate advantage in battles of the sa level.
"The ’Shattering Law Blade’... truly lives up to its na." Ian’s lips curved into a slight smile, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He imagined that if he had this power in his previous duel with rlin, the victory over rlin could have been even easier, perhaps he wouldn’t even need to rely on astonishing wisdom to overpower him.
No matter how powerful rlin’s Magic was, it couldn’t withstand a force capable of shattering rules. He might possess a powerful Legendary Essence, but the essence and authority Ian possessed were far more than just one!
"It’s basically a leap in combat power. Indeed, using a cheat is delightful, and it’s great to keep using it."
Little Wizard clenched his fist, feeling the surge of power within him, his heart full of confidence and anticipation. He knew this power would allow him to maintain an absolute advantage in future battles. Whether facing powerful enemies or breaking complex Magic traps, the ’Shattering Law Blade’ would be his most reliable power.
"Perhaps now I sowhat understand why in the future I shall let the na divh be etched in history..." Ian had a revelation, as if he finally found the reason for his frequent travels through ti in the future. If his guess was correct, by intervening in history himself, he could draw much richer power from it compared to other Wizards’ interventions.
This surely has countless connections with my unreasonable ’Plunder’ trait, right? After all, the Legendary Essence that should have belonged to King Arthur now seed to be ’copied’ by him.
Isn’t this another form of plunder? Reflecting on this, Ian naturally understood the driving force behind his future actions. If the legendary story of King Arthur alone could bring in such substantial power rewards, one couldn’t imagine the gains from intervening in those myths.
"Gulp~"
Just thinking about perhaps even being able to bear ’Divine Authority,’ Ian couldn’t help but swallow in anticipation, his observations and perceptions of his own changes completed silently.
He looked up again.
The candlelight at the banquet flickered, casting a glow on the Duke and Duchess’ faces as they softly discussed their expectations for Arthur’s future, their expressions filled with an indescribable joy and anticipation.
The Duke’s lips slightly curved, his eyes gleaming with pride, as if this na already foretold the child’s future glory. Lady Igraine gently stroked her slightly rounded belly, a soft smile appearing on her face, as if imagining the future appearance of the child nad "Arthur."
After all, it was the couple—or perhaps a trio, with a male child of King Arthur that the Duke was unaware of—naturally treating him as an heir.
Perhaps it was a bit patriarchal, but whether in the East or the West, it has always been so; male children were responsible for inheriting the family business, warranting more attention and expectation from their parents.
"Arthur, it really sounds like a great na, at least better than mine."
Little Morgan seed a bit jealous, though not to the point of resenting her unborn brother. Ian looked at her; she rely kept her head down elegantly finishing her al.
"My child, your na also cos from the blessing of a powerful Wizard. It is a good na as well, we wouldn’t just give you an ordinary and unremarkable na." Lady Igraine was a qualified mother, at least for now, as she noticed her daughter’s emotions and lovingly stroked her daughter’s head.
"Not just you, but your sisters Morgoth and Elaine, you all have nas destined for greatness." Lady Igraine ntioned her two daughters who were not present at this banquet.
Perhaps they were not currently in this castle... Indeed, the nas of noble children often had special anings, especially in a world with Magic—nas are the starting point for a newborn, and a good na can have a significant impact on a person, which is certainly not superstition.
"A powerful Wizard? Who?" Morgan was interested whenever it involved extraordinary matters; she stopped eating and looked at her mother with bright eyes.
Lady Igraine hesitated a bit, but the Duke laughed lightly, "Wizards do not easily reveal their nas to others, so we couldn’t give you the answer to your question."
"In fact, you have already found a more powerful Wizard as your ntor, so there’s no need to concern yourself with other Wizards." As the Duke spoke, he glanced aningfully at Ian.
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