Leonel touched down with his “escort.” The location was obviously one of the temporary islands of the Ascension Empire, and he was quickly escorted to the Commander of this region. When he saw this person, he couldn’t help but chuckle. His grandfather sure had a twisted sense of humor. Was he really so eager for him to kill one of his sons?

‘I swear, that old man just wants to see the world burn, and he’s so sexist too, tsk.’

Gervaise only cared about his daughters. As for his sons, they might as well fight it out in a bloody coliseum for all he cared. This was clear from the different treatment that Alienor received compared to Galaeron.

Those thoughts seemed to also transfer to his grandsons because he and Noah had certainly been through fire and rain together.

‘I’ll definitely have to teach that old man a lesson. Just wait. The moment I’m strong enough, I’m beating you into the ground.’

Leonel was still a bit annoyed that it had taken him so much effort to penetrate that old man’s barrier. In fact, he hadn’t even made it through in the end; he just barely managed to cause enough commotion that Gervaise actually noticed someone was trying to break through.

And that was despite the fact he had the support of Blackstar at the same time.

Of course, that was because Gervaise had written a powerful Edict over his Ascension Palace that didn’t allow external powers, so even Idols were greatly weakened. But the fact that he could do that at all just went to show how much stronger he was than the current Blackstar.

Back then, Leonel hadn’t even been able to summon his Destruction World or his Constellation. All that energy had been stopped outside the palace.

‘Old bastard. You’ve just got a few more years on me, that’s all.’

As Leonel was lost in his thoughts, the “Commander” was only growing more infuriated. However, he seemed to be far more patient than his sons, sitting in silence as his pressure continued to grow slowly.

By now, it was obvious who this man was. This was none other than the Third Imperial Prince and the father of the three goons Aina had killed. Well, Leonel had also killed his wife.

Even until now, the emotions of the man weren’t clear, and other than a slight, understandable gloominess, there was nothing else.

Finally, he spoke.

“This battlefield will use you as it sees fit. For now, you will be part of the Crafting support. Help streamline the process and guide the Crafters. We will let you know if you are ever needed in battle. You may go.”

Leonel gave the man a look and then turned and left.

The response wasn’t an answer, but it also wasn’t the worst case scenario either. As for what the man was really thinking… Leonel couldn’t be bothered to care for now.

After Leonel left, the Third Imperial Prince Fawkes slowly rose to his feet, his blackened armor thrumming with life and vitality.

“General Green, you will see to the fact that he follows his orders. Everyone else, we have important matters to discuss. We will deal a decisive blow to the Four Great Families this month.”

Leonel walked out of the tent, his expression pensive but his thoughts unknown.

At that moment, a familiar man walked up behind him.

“I will escort you to the temporary factory.”

This man should be the General Green the Third Imperial Prince mentioned. It probably also wasn’t a coincidence that he shared a last name with a certain Grand Prime Minister Green.

That man was part of the initiative that created the automated Crafting factories to begin with, and this General Green should be one of his descendants.

Leonel shook his head. It seemed that his grandfather was using him again.