Becrock looked down at the soldiers under his feet.

�I was trash like them.�

He was born without money, power, nor anything to his name.
However, unlike those trash down there, he had talent.
That was why his liege, the White Star, cherished him.

He was a genius. He was also a hard worker.
He worked his ass off.

Becrock was certain.
Unlike Rosalyn in front of him, he had learned magic in extremely difficult conditions, which allowed him to have greater results.
Sacrifices were necessary for such results.

It was fine as long as it would take him to higher places.
Who cared if some useless trash died for a genius like him to reach greater heights?

His gaze headed toward Rosalyn.

�You must have had it really easy learning magic.�

That was why he hated Rosalyn.
She was a princess, had a lot of money, and probably had an easy time learning magic with a great instructor.
As part of Cale�s group, she also had a great reputation.

�So why should I tell someone like you?�

Oooooooong-

The grey mana that had been gathering together started to take shape.

�Great heroes of history always grow up from the bottom. You look like an extra who will be sacrificed in my path to greatness.�

Ooooooong-

The noise slowly got louder.
It was now at the point where the people fighting below flinched and looked up.

They all flinched at what they saw.

��Dragon?�

Someone subconsciously made the comment.

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