Caesar held Caelan’s potential in extrely high regard.
That was why he had given him the precious [Inherited Pocket Watch].
Aside from the fact that Caelan was his grandson, there was another very important reason—Caelan’s identity as a Chosen One.
The current Caelan had not yet fully grown, and he needed the added support of the [Inherited Pocket Watch].
And deep down, Caesar also harbored an even greater hope: that one day in the future, Caelan might be able to gather the entire [Inherited] series.
On the other side, Caelan nodded seriously and said,
"I understand, Grandfather Caesar."
In truth, Caelan was also thinking seriously at that mont.
If in the future he really encountered trouble he could not solve on his own, then asking his grandfather and the Ironclad Legion for help would be perfectly reasonable.
But as long as he could find a way to deal with it himself, Caelan would absolutely not trouble anyone else. That was simply his nature.
Overall, though, this return to the family had brought him quite a lot!
After leaving the Executive eting Room,
Caelan had originally planned to take a good look around the headquarters of the Ironclad Legion.
After all, it was not easy to co here, and not looking around at all would feel sowhat wasteful.
But wherever he went along the way, he attracted a great deal of attention.
Especially peers like Klein, who kept tugging on his sleeve and asking nonstop,
"Cousin, what exactly were they discussing in the Executive eting Room? Can’t you tell us a little?"
A young girl from the rlin family beside him imdiately clung to his other arm and refused to let go.
"Cousin, tell us already! What exactly did you do to beco an Honorary Vice Commander of the Ironclad Legion?"
For these peers of Caelan’s,
they had already been sowhat dissatisfied when he was allowed into the Executive eting Room.
It was only because of the attitude of the higher-ups that they did not dare show it.
But now?
Not only had Caelan attended the eting, he had even been granted the title of Honorary Vice Commander.
What did that represent?
It ant that from this mont onward, Caelan was one of the future heirs of the Ironclad Legion!
Putting themselves in his place, all these other young people had grown up in the Ironclad Legion since childhood.
So they simply could not understand why Old Master Caesar had chosen Caelan as an heir candidate.
Honestly, it was more than a little unbelievable!
As for Caelan, he had likewise not expected that what was only an honorary title would inspire such unified envy among his younger brothers and sisters.
At that mont, the little bean-pod toddled over slowly, then hugged Caelan’s pant leg and absolutely refused to let go.
"Cousin, candy!"
Caelan took out the milk candies the child loved most from his storage space and placed them into the little one’s palm. Only then did he turn to look at Talia and ask blankly,
"Cousin, is this Honorary Vice Commander title really that expensive?"
Talia: ???
Wait, how did a position sound so cheap coming out of your mouth??
Talia forcibly suppressed the urge to beat up her bargain-bin cousin on the spot. Then, patiently, she explained,
"Even though Honorary Vice Commander doesn’t carry much real authority, the treatnt are not fake."
"And think about it—soone as young as you has already entered the vice commander-level managent tier of the Ironclad Legion. Do you have any experience? Making you an Honorary Vice Commander is ant to temper and train you."
"Once you’ve matured and gained enough experience, you’ll naturally beco a full one."
As Talia explained, waves of jealous looks rose from all around them.
If this were not Ironclad Legion territory, they would probably have wanted to beat Caelan senseless on the spot!
Just listen to what he was saying—was that even human speech?
At such a young age, he had already beco an Honorary Vice Commander, and he still sounded unsatisfied??
As for Caelan, he really had not been thinking that much about it.
At the mont, his mind was entirely occupied with his [class mutation quest].
It had already progressed to [Quest 2], so Caelan had to gather the required materials in order to complete it.
[Quest 2: Collect the tokens of the ten great ruins and gather them all together.]
This quest did not look especially difficult, but it was far too ti-consuming.
Still, perhaps he could rely on his identity as an Honorary Vice Commander and see whether the Ironclad Legion might be able to help.
According to what he knew, the Ironclad Legion possessed a massive material warehouse.
Every ti they sold equipnt or forged battle armor for their own people, they would take out batches of materials from that warehouse.
If the warehouse happened to contain the tokens of the ten great ruins, then it would save him an enormous amount of ti!
Just as Caelan was happily thinking through his next plan,
a furious voice suddenly rang out beside his ear.
"So you’re Cousin Caelan? You don’t look like much to . On what basis was the position of Honorary Vice Commander given to you?"
"Caelan, if you’re still a man, then accept my challenge. I’ll prove with my strength that I’m the one who is truly most suited to beco Honorary Vice Commander!"
Faced with this sudden challenge, Caelan was obviously taken aback.
But Talia, beside him, imdiately darkened.
She shot a glance at the furious, burly man who had co stomping over and sharply rebuked him on the spot.
"Iverson, stop making trouble here!"
"Caelan was personally appointed Honorary Vice Commander by Old Master Caesar. Are you opposing the old master’s decision??"
Iverson jutted out his neck, his face full of defiance.
"Why should soone who ca back halfway through get to enjoy everything without earning it? I’ve fought and bled in the Ironclad Legion for so many years. In terms of strength and seniority, I’m clearly better than him!"
"Or is it just because he’s our cousin? Or because his battle reports sound impressive enough to bluff people??"
The peers around them instantly fell silent. So began whispering among themselves, while others looked openly expectant, all wanting to see how Caelan would respond.
Even the little bean-pod clutched the milk candy and lifted a tiny face to look up at Caelan.
Talia was about to snap at him again, but Caelan lightly tugged at her sleeve.
Taking one step forward, Caelan remained calm, his gaze sweeping over Iverson as he said flatly,
"You want to challenge ? Then I accept."
The mont those words fell, the entire crowd erupted.
Talia turned at once in alarm.
"Caelan, don’t act impulsively! This kind of aningless duel is nothing but a waste of ti. And besides... it’s best not to make things too tense between yourself and the others of your generation."
Talia had never worried that Caelan would lose.
What she worried about was Caelan being isolated.
Caelan shook his head, a cold smile appearing on his face.
"Since he thinks I’m unworthy, then I’ll prove it with strength. To deal with him, I won’t even need to use a skill. Swordsmanship alone will be enough."
The mont Iverson heard that, his face turned green with rage.
"I’m a 5-star awakener—you’d better be careful!"
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