Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 75: Predecessors

“Your Highness, you should be getting up now.”

A golden-haired, armored knight walked into the bedroom of an ordinary residence and gently woke the young man snoring on the bed. Hearing the call, the young man opened his eyes and calmly sat up.

He had lustrous golden hair and a beautiful face, but those did little to mellow down his sharp, solemn, sapphire eyes. With his light armor donned, he emanated an air of valiance.

Wade Xeclyde, the first in line to succeed the throne of the Saint Mesit Theocracy, as well as the highest commander of the allied armies.

“Felder, what time is it?”

“It’s already 6 in the evening, Your Highness.”

“I see… Speaking of which, is there a need for a marquess like you to wake me up personally?” replied Wade as he looked at the young knight standing before him.

Anyone who didn’t know better might have thought that the young knight was a logistical soldier attending to Wade, but in truth, he was actually one of the marquesses of the Theocracy, a powerhouse who wielded immense military might in his hands.

Felder Elric, the patriarch of the Elric Marquess House, one of the Five Eminent Noble Houses. He was only in his twenties, but he was already a powerful Origin Level 3 transcendent. He was also Wade’s closest aide and friend.

Regardless of which country one was in, any transcendent who was able to reach Origin Level 3 was considered to be a top-notch expert. The gap between Origin Level 3 and Origin Level 4 was considerable, such that tens of thousands of transcendents found themselves never able to overcome this boundary.

Felder was a certified genius to be able to reach this height at such a young age. His talents ranked at the top amongst the nobles. On top of that, the Elric House was also currently the strongest amongst the Five Eminent Noble Houses, making Felder one of the most powerful figures in the Theocracy.

Yet, Felder showed no disrespect to the young man who had just awoken from his slumber. In response to the latter’s question, he placed his fist on his chest and bowed sl

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