In the history of the Lionheart clan, Vermouth was the only one to have reached the Tenth Star of the White Flame Formula. He was already peerlessly strong even when they were in Helmuth, but Eugene wasn’t sure what had come over Vermouth to make him so obsessed with bearing children…. Vermouth, from Eugene’s memories, wasn’t such an idle person.

—If you just tried a little harder…. You could be a lot better than you are now.

Those were the words he had heard from Vermouth so very long ago. Those words were the ones that had left the deepest scars on his heart during the entirety of his previous life. Vermouth, that son of a bitch, even though he was already a genius, had also put in quite a lot of hard work.

However, compared to the amount of effort he had put in, the results he had achieved were just excessive.

‘Anise and Molon should also have gotten a bit stronger.’

Although he wasn’t able to confirm their achievements with his own eyes, as he had with Sienna, Eugene was confident of this fact. His comrades from his previous life were all just those sorts of people. They were all so talented that they could be called geniuses no matter what era they had been born in, and they all had clear...