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"Well, of course." Sirius nodded. "You're someone whose bloodline should have been extracted by that woman, yet it wasn't. Hell, you even escaped that place. Somehow you learned a soul refining technique. Somehow you have flames of a chaotic nature. Somehow you even formed a soul armor, which can only be formed after many life-and-death battles. What do you think us old-timers will think?"
Cale took a slow breath. He had known something like this would happen, but he hadn't expected it to be questioned this early. The plan had apparently sprung a few leaks.
"Aren't inheritances everywhere? Portals open here and there, so what if—"
"Ah, is that so? Okay, I'll believe you. But the main reason isn't that anyway."
Cale narrowed his eyes. "Then what is it?"
"Why is your soul's age greater than your real age?"
"W-what..."
Cale began to sweat. This man had raised a concept he himself hadn't considered.
