She will eventually have to continue her knight training.

Lia, on the other hand, was a family who always lived under the same roof as him.

How can he avoid it?

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

We'll be leaving here soon.

Twenty years old.

Tisnato was put into the coffin ahead of time.

They were buried in the tomb along with their armor and the treasure chest left by their ancestors.

Lia was crying very sadly, and Gwen was comforting her.

None of them knew.

Tisnato's death was deliberately orchestrated by Victor.

It wasn't that Victor killed Tisnato, but rather that he had planned it beforehand.

Tisnato was not supposed to die so young; even if he had, his soul would have gone to hell.

But his fame was immense, and his soul had already been targeted by the 'Grand Master'.

Victor told him that after his 'death,' the Archmage would definitely invite him to Valhalla.

At that time, the sooner the better, so that Tisnato could become a mole on his side sooner.

Although Victor was not entirely sure whether the card Tisnato could actually be used.

After all these cycles, Viktor has never seen that most important trump card return.

So, in the cycle of reincarnation, he repeatedly urged Tisnato to enter the tomb sooner.

But he never actually used that card.

But what if?

He's been waiting for so long, what if he finally gets his wish?

Yeah... what if?

Tisnato died, and Victor succeeded him as head of the family.

He could finally move to the mansion he had purchased in advance in the capital and leave Liya.

However, it was the day before they were to leave the capital.

Victor sat in his room, one leg crossed, and turned to look at the moon outside the window.

The night was quiet, with only the sparse chirping of birds and the faint sound of the wind.

The moon peeked out from behind wisps of clouds, casting its shimmering light across the sky and scattering a silvery veil over Cleviner's mansion.

The moonlight gently shone on Victor's profile, making his trench coat stand out brightly in the night.

Squeak—yah.

The door wasn't locked, so the person outside easily pushed it open.

There was no light in the room; only the moonlight illuminated her slender figure, casting her shadow on the ground.

Viktor remained silent, waiting patiently.

He waited for those hands to quietly embrace his body from behind.

He could feel the girl behind him trembling slightly, her voice filled with obvious reluctance.

"Brother, don't leave me, don't abandon me."

"You're all I have left."

"Even if you leave, take me with you..."

"Okay?"

Perhaps it was because the moonlight that night was too beautiful and too gentle.

Unable to resist, he agreed to her request.

"good."

...

The Clevina family moved to the capital.

But the family's assets left in Braxton have not been forgotten.

After all, Braxton has always been their most important territory.

In truth, Victor couldn't understand why Lia insisted on coming to the capital with him.

Even after arriving in the capital, she still needs to travel back and forth between Braxton and the capital.

But she insisted on following him and settling down in the capital.

The Clevner family business could have grown much bigger if they had stayed in Brayston.

But Victor didn't ask any more questions, nor would he.

He just needs to maintain his persona of being universally disliked.

Subsequently, Victor successfully advanced to the third-tier mage level.

A twenty-year-old third-tier mage—there is only one like him in the entire history of the empire.

He also received invitations from one nobleman after another, just as he had hoped.

very good.

Next, all I need to do is refuse invitations from other nobles and beat up that earl whose son dared to pursue Gwen.

All that's needed is for everyone to know about Viktor's quirks.

However, just as he was about to do so...

An invitation that shook the entire capital appeared at the doorstep of the Clavenna family.

It was a royal guard, and the captain of the guard came to their doorstep to request an audience with Victor.

This was yet another moment of bewilderment for Viktor.

He went outside and accepted the invitation from the royal guards.

And he watched as the other person bowed his head and saluted with utmost respect.

"Your Excellency, His Majesty invites you to the palace."

"I'm just a messenger, I don't know the specifics, so please don't make things difficult for me."

The guard gave a wry smile, delivered the letter, and then left the residence with the royal guards.

They came with great fanfare, and they left with great fanfare.

They were afraid others wouldn't know that this was the emperor inviting people.

Looking at the luxurious invitation in his hand, Victor couldn't help but rub his temples, feeling even more troubled.

He can refuse invitations from other people.

The royal family is an exception.

The reason is simple.

He rejected everyone else, and in other people's eyes, he was an annoying madman.

He only managed to become a third-tier mage by sheer luck.

But if he refused the emperor, in the eyes of others he would be a fool who could be ridiculed.

Fools aren't disliked; they're just people who make fun of them.

Even the entire Clevina family would become the object of their ridicule.

The emperor was clever; by not stating the reason directly, he left the emperor no room to refuse.

The invitation to the palace was merely a gesture of care from an elder to a younger generation.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, Victor was aware of the changes in the world.

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