"I imagine that when Jeffrey and the others invited me to Morning Star Space back then, part of their consideration was shoring up security!"
Leylin pondered silently.
A rank six bloodline, plus that prophecy — all the high-ranking Warlocks probably saw that rank six bloodline bearer as the hope for the revival of Warlocks.
As for this, Leylin felt no jealousy.
Even the most gifted Warlock needed time to grow, and the higher the bloodline rank, the longer the growth period required.
Before that person fully matured, in Leylin's eyes, they were nothing more than a Warlock with decent potential.
Perhaps he would offer some gentle guidance and encouragement, maybe even invest a few gifts as a show of backing — but if the other party wasn't satisfied with that, he wouldn't hesitate to make them face reality.
And if that person harbored any resentment over it, well, it wouldn't be out of the question to simply make them "disappear." No matter how talented a Warlock was, before they fully matured, they were nothing at all.
As for being some organization's hope, or ascending the Throne of Warlocks? Sorry, Leylin had never entertained such thoughts.
He never placed his hopes in others — only himself was truly reliable.
"Still, those Radiant Moon Warlocks... to not tell me something this important and let me learn about it from outsiders instead — honestly..."
Thinking back on the way those Radiant Moon Warlocks had handled things, Leylin shook his head in exasperation.
Of course, he understood their dilemma. The Bloodline Throne was of far too great importance to the Warlock Alliance — it was the hope for every Warlock's resurgence! They had to snuff out every possible threat at the bud.
As for Leylin himself — his background was unclear, he was shrouded in mystery, and in a mere short span he had advanced to the rank five Warlock realm. Never mind the possibility of him being a spy or an infiltrator; even just the potential rivalry with that genius was enough to give those Warlocks serious headaches.
It was all well and good for heroes to appreciate one another, but in the world of Wizards, two supreme geniuses who couldn't stand each other ending up as bitter enemies was far more common — and that was something those high-ranking Warlocks couldn't help but worry about.
So they had simply opted not to publicize this information, only hinting at it vaguely during conversations with Leylin, leaving the whole matter to cool on the back burner. Once that genius advanced to the rank six Bloodline Throne and the gap between them widened, there would be nothing left to fear.
Leylin was perfectly clear about the way the higher-ups thought, but that didn't mean he agreed with it.
Growth at the rank six bloodline was terrifying, and as time passed, it was inevitable that the other party would gradually surpass him — after all, those high-ranking Warlocks could never have imagined that Leylin still held so many hidden cards.
So it was only natural that they were generally more optimistic about the other party's prospects.
It wasn't as if Leylin harbored no ambitions toward the Bloodline Alliance as a whole, but he focused far more on himself. If he broke through the bloodline shackles and entered the rank six realm, those Warlocks would inevitably come flocking to his side in the end.
In the world of Wizards, personal strength was everything. Other organizations and factions weren't entirely useless, but when the gap in personal power was too vast, they were merely icing on the cake.
At this thought, Leylin let out a cold laugh and activated the crimson bat-shaped magical imprint on his hand. "Your Highness Jeffrey? There's something I'd like to ask you."
"Your Highness Leylin! I'll be right over!" These rank five Warlocks all kept their true bodies stationed within Morning Star Space, making travel incredibly convenient.
Almost as soon as the communication ended, Jeffrey arrived at Leylin's castle.
Colorful flower petals floated on the surface of the tea, wisps of white steam rising from the hot brew as it released a rich fragrance. After setting down the tea and refreshments, the several alchemical maids gave Leylin and Jeffrey an elegant bow before quietly withdrawing.
"Your Highness Leylin, these mechanical puppets of yours are extraordinarily well-crafted. Especially the particular quality in their movements…"
Jeffrey gazed at the retreating figures of the maids, a contemplative look surfacing on his face.
To him, Leylin's puppets were exquisitely constructed—works of at least grandmaster-level alchemy. While such craftsmanship was rare, for the Radiant Moon Warlocks, it was merely a matter of investing a bit more effort.
But the programming embedded within the puppets, and particularly the unique aura conveyed through their movements, eliminated any stiffness and instead lent them an air of natural fluidity. That was truly worth savoring.
It could be said that the inclusion of the full set of movements elevated the overall assessment of these puppets by several notches.
"Hehe… these are just idle works of mine when I had nothing better to do. If Your Highness likes them, I can gift you a few!" Leylin chuckled. This set of protocols had, of course, been stored in his Chip from his previous life—bringing them out now was simply a way of reminiscing about the past.
The etiquette training from his previous life was, after all, somewhat different from the Wizard world, so it was entirely understandable that the other party had noticed a few discrepancies.