For years, the Lord of Wushan Territory had been gravely ill and confined to his castle. The first heir, Wiggin, was an Advanced Level Knight with little power or sense, and the eldest grandson was an ignorant, good-for-nothing wastrel...
That was why for the last ten or twenty years, nearly all the nobles in the Oduin Kingdom, great and small, believed the Wushan Clan was finished.
But before anyone could even react, in what felt like the blink of an eye, this family on the verge of ruin was now exuding a powerful aura that even Broel could feel.
The Thunderbolt Marquis was no longer tormented by illness. Not only had he recovered his former might, but he had even advanced a step further, becoming one of the few Silver Moon Knights in the Oduin Kingdom.
His wastrel of a grandson was now at least a Meteor Knight—and a Meteor Knight who wasn't even twenty years old! Such talent was something even the Crown Prince couldn't compare to.
