Vacuse blinked as if he was surprised at that, but he just smiled and shrugged. "What is the Vorrakyn that was known, uncle? I do know it's something you're not capable of recreating."
Rhydian stiffened and aura pressure reached out. "What do you mean?"
Vacuse smiled cheerfully. "Ah! Look at it this way, the Vorrakyn of the past, especially those who occupied the position of the Dragon Lord or the High Commander, would be at least S ranked."
Shock made Rhydian's face turn rigid as if he'd suddenly become a wooden statue. "Are... are you saying I'm not qualified?"
Vacuse chuckled. "How could I say something like that? It's just how things were done in the past."
Lord Ragna snorted, and the tension in the air only grew.
It seemed only Vacuse remained cheerful. "It was said that the only reason the Dragon did not spread its wings to the West and trample on the Orcs is because he simply saw no need."
