“But, it’s also possible that it came from that place. From Laska’s side,” Otis speculated.

“Laska? I haven’t been there in over ten years. How is that place now? Is that crazy woman Sally still there?”

“She should still be there. Alright, let’s not talk about this for now. Andrew, come in,” Otis the knight called out loudly.

Edward Scott responded and pushed open the door.

It was a study, with two bookshelves filled with books along the wall. The firelight from the fireplace flickered gently in the room.

The Baron and Otis the knight were sitting around a small low table, each with a white cup in front of them.

Edward Scott glanced over and saw that the cups contained a black beverage, giving off a minty aroma.

“Father, Uncle Otis,” Edward Scott greeted them respectfully, following the way he remembered addressing the two.

These two were among the four strongest people in the Lio territory. Although Baron Kyle was nominally the lord of Otis, their relationship was that of exceptionally close comrades-in-arms. Both had survived the legendary Golden Violet War as top swordsmen.

There was no ranking system for warriors in this world. For a warrior, there was only one way to prove their strength: battle!

“Sit down first,” Baron said, pointing to a chair beside him.

Edward Scott nodded and sat down quietly.

“Recently, the situation has been unstable. Saladin’s side is very likely to go to war with our Rudin Kingdom. We’re right near the border between the two sides, the very front line if war breaks out. Not long ago, I sent people to the bay port to contact some of my old subordinates and bought a batch of brand-new armor and weapons from there. They should be on their way back now…” Baron began discussing matters with Otis again.

Edward Scott sat quietly to the side, observing the two.

There was no need to say much about Baron; the impression was already deep.

But Otis was different.

He was a man like a bear.

Just sitting in the chair, he gave off an overwhelming sense of massiveness. His build was equivalent to two grown men. He wore a full suit of shiny black iron armor. His bald head gleamed like a lightbulb, and one ear was adorned with a silver earring, making him look especially wild.

“Analyze the combat abilities of the two based on visual data,” Edward Scott commanded inwardly.

Immediately, a faint layer of data rapidly scrolled down one side of his vision, like a waterfall. The pale blue data was densely packed and looked extremely complex.

Edward Scott knew that in this world, the greatest guarantee was individual combat power. From Andrew’s memories, he understood that only strength could ensure he could pursue his desires at any time, and only strength could protect him from threats. So, when using the chip for the first time, he chose to assess the combat abilities of the two.

Baron and Otis discussed their topics without reservation. But Edward Scott noticed that Baron’s gaze would occasionally fall on him out of the corner of his eye. Seeing his absent-minded expression, both Baron and Otis showed a trace of disappointment in their eyes.

No doubt, both of them wanted Edward Scott to truly participate and prepare to inherit the territory in the future. But Edward Scott, who was focused on waiting for the analysis results, appeared lost and dazed, which made the two, who had some expectations for him, feel extremely disappointed.

Edward Scott, however, didn’t notice their looks. Soon, the analysis results came out.

“Kyle Reed, estimated physical attributes: strength greater than 2, agility greater than 2, constitution greater than 2.

Otis, estimated physical attributes: strength greater than 3, agility approximately 1, constitution greater than 3.”

Edward Scott’s face twitched slightly.

According to the data, a strength of 1 represented the range of a normal adult male’s strength, based on the physical standards of people from Earth.

If you looked at the numbers—

His father in this life and Otis the knight—

Could absolutely be called supermen from the novels and movies of his previous life.

Strength two to three times that of an average person didn’t just mean their combat power was two or three times greater; it meant they had the ferocity to take on ten or even dozens of opponents at once. Constitution represented a combination of resistance to blows, disease, recovery, and endurance.

“So it really isn’t Earth anymore…” Edward Scott was completely speechless inside.

“Zero, display my own physical attributes.”

With a swish, a semi-transparent pale blue data sheet floated before Edward Scott’s eyes.

“Andrew Reed, physical attributes:

Strength less than 0.3, agility less than 0.4, constitution approximately 0.7.”

“……” Edward Scott didn’t want to say anything more.

Although this body was only fourteen years old, these numbers were just too miserable. Normally, even a boy of this age on Earth would have a strength of about 0.5 and agility of about 1.2. But this Andrew, who knew what was wrong with him—even after receiving knight training in Candia City, his body was still this weak.

Maybe it was because he’d just been injured and hadn’t recovered yet.

That’s what Edward Scott thought.

On the other side, Baron and Otis had stopped discussing their plans and turned their attention to Edward Scott.