"What toy?"
Upon hearing the words of the Duke of Sorin, before Ian could respond, Adalbert frowned, took a step forward, and stood in front of Ian: "The world Ian wants to create is one that is equally beautiful for everyone, even the most fragile and powerless ordinary people."
He gazed at the silver-haired man before him, who appeared tired yet solemn—his teacher, his first approver, his benefactor, and... someone almost like a father. He earnestly said, "Your Grace, years ago, I indeed couldn't answer your question, couldn't give a 'better answer'."
"But now, Ian, we, the Silverpeak Domain, haven't we done better than you did back then?"
"What face do you have to rashly call all this a 'toy house' and call those who follow Ian 'toys'?"
Back then, at the Avak Research Institute, Adalbert expressed his disapproval of the Duke of Sorin's actions but couldn't propose a 'better possibility,' a 'more perfect plan,' and thus was speechless, only following Ian with doubt.
