The first word Gyro remembered was “genius.” He vividly recalled his father and mother always saying that to him.0

“Gyro, you’re a genius!”0

He didn’t know what the word meant, but he loved seeing his parents smile. No matter what he did, they praised him and lifted him up, calling him a genius.0

“You understand what taxes mean?! Gyro, you’ll surely become the kingdom’s greatest chancellor!”0

“You want to learn swordsmanship? No one your age in this country has ever said that! How remarkable!”0

Seeing his family so happy made him feel good. The expectations they placed on him didn’t feel like a burden. After all, he was a genius; he quickly learned swordsmanship, and he could easily build muscle.0

“Father, I’m going to become a knight. I want to be the kingdom’s Greatest Swordsman and bring honor to the Shubil family.”0

At nine years old, Gyro declared his aspirations to his father. His father, who had always supported him, hesitated for a moment. 0

But then, with a broad smile, he replied, “You absolutely will.”0

In the southern region of the Lillian Kingdom, the Shubil family, customs officers in a small village of about five hundred people in the Argen territory, produced their first—and last—knight: Sir Gyro Shubil.0

After leaving the village, Gyro returned fifteen years later, now a proud...0