"So my true heir, even my brother, who has experienced the entire Silverpeak Domain of Elan, might not really be able to become my heir."
"Unless..."
— Unless it's your clone?
Vanal Master held his cyber breath, he had always been waiting for the other party to say this: Too many high rulers of Terra simply disregard others, believing only they are capable, and he doesn't think Ian is an exception.
Moreover, he also believes that aside from Ian, no one can manage this mess.
However, this is also a last resort. Clones can't easily grow to rival the original.
If Ian truly decides to choose his replica, then later he must share resources with other Orthodox Churches, conducting further development and research with this as the goal, and even consider how to assist the other party as the king.
But fortunately, and unfortunately, it wasn't.
"Unless it's my Heart of Terra!"
