Chapter 1402: Arrogant Young Master? Hold My Beer!

"Is this my invitation to get in?" Varian rubbed his chin. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

The royal guard who seemed to be the head of the squad snorted and glanced at Joras.

"Unspirited? As expected from these incompetent leeches." The head guard raised his sword to kill off the security guard for 'allowing' such a thing to happen.

Joras didn't even bother to defend or cry injustice. He had those ideals when he was young and naive. That was the time he used to wonder why the adults of the world gave up on fighting for a better world.

But as he grew older and fought and fought and fought, fatigue set in. He couldn't change the deeply entrenched system.

No matter how talented he was, the spirited ones were given priorities in resources and training. Thus, the spirited ones on average always had a better rank. Using the better rank as the justification, even more resources were tilted toward them. This self-feeding cycle was unstoppable and unbreakable.