64 64. Clever idiot.txt (1/2)

The Empire's pride and joy, Akira Yagami Claude, is a man born and raised in a noble family.

In fact, it's quite a rare story.

If one is born into a noble family, he can use his family's money, power and connections to find and develop his talents.

However, the probability of a child born into a nobleman's family with the talent to become an Eight Goddess of Brilliance is quite low.

Furthermore, Claude was proud to have been born into a noble family, so he was extremely valuable.

Not only in the sense of probability, but also because of the existence of an imperial nobleman.

Some of them were unhappy that someone who wasn't even a nobleman was being called the greatest force in the Empire.

Claude himself listened to the arguments of such people with great bitterness.

They still consulted with him about the qualities of the Eight Divine Light.

To them, the perception is that Claude is on their side.

...... To the extreme annoyance of Claude.

He now had a meeting with the three young nobles and was told of their grievances.

(Yagami Akira is the trump card of the empire. It's folly to decide based on birth and other factors. (I understand that loyalty is important.)

It was mainly Wilhemina's fault that they couldn't dismiss the idea entirely.

She wasn't from the Empire, nor was she loyal to the Empire.

The reason she was able to become the Eight Divine Brilliance existed for one reason other than Bal's recommendation and her own overwhelming strength.

'Vilhemina or some other elf, can't you do something about it?

''There are probably more suitable people for the Eight Divine Lights of the Empire.

The young aristocrats are serious about this, and Claude can't help but be disgusted by it.

The trouble is that they are not incompetents with no other option but to come from, but young people with a bright future.

The fact that even such a handful of them are beginning to fall prey to the ”aristocratic supremacy” of their origins is an alarming development.

(Perhaps we should seriously hurry up with the creation of the elite training institute His Majesty has told us about.

Claude thinks.

So we can engrave the folly of aristocratic supremacy into his soul.

But since he couldn't do it now, he had to deny it with words.

'Not so fast. Only Bartolomeus can beat Vilhemina one-on-one. It's pathetic, but I don't stand a chance.

Claude openly reveals his lack of strength.