He wanted them to see the results of his work. More importantly, he wanted to see the expression on their faces when they realized that he had succeeded.
That the path they had rejected was the correct one. That he had surpassed them all.
Revenge... that's what he wanted. He had waited for this day for too long.
Lacking talent, he could not join a respected knight order. His achievements and talent weren't recognized. His bloodline was mediocre, so he could not rise up in ranks like nobles did.
Power, fame, wealth... he was being denied all.
So he could only put all of his efforts into researching, finding a way to become powerful without being constrained by the shackles of the world.
That tragic past would be washed away today by his own hands.
"Enough waiting, attack."
On his command, the strange humans standing behind him immediately straightened.
"Show them the power of the [Stigma] I bestowed on you all."
