The Empire's pride and joy, Akira Yagami Claude, is a man born and raised in a noble family.
　In fact, it's quite a rare story.
　If one is born into a noble family, he can use his family's money, power and connections to find and develop his talents.
　However, the probability of a child born into a nobleman's family with the talent to become an Eight Goddess of Brilliance is quite low.
　Furthermore, Claude was proud to have been born into a noble family, so he was extremely valuable.
　Not only in the sense of probability, but also because of the existence of an imperial nobleman.
　Some of them were unhappy that someone who wasn't even a nobleman was being called the greatest force in the Empire.
　Claude himself listened to the arguments of such people with great bitterness.
　They still consulted with him about the qualities of the Eight Divine Light.
　To them, the perception is that Claude is on their side.
　...... To the extreme annoyance of Claude.
　He now had a meeting with the three young nobles and was told of their grievances.

(Yagami Akira is the trump card of the empire. It's folly to decide based on birth and other factors. (I understand that loyalty is important.)

　It was mainly Wilhemina's fault that they couldn't dismiss the idea entirely.
　She wasn't from the Empire, nor was she loyal to the Empire.
　The reason she was able to become the Eight Divine Brilliance existed for one reason other than Bal's recommendation and her own overwhelming strength.

'Vilhemina or some other elf, can't you do something about it?

''There are probably more suitable people for the Eight Divine Lights of the Empire.

　The young aristocrats are serious about this, and Claude can't help but be disgusted by it.
　The trouble is that they are not incompetents with no other option but to come from, but young people with a bright future.
　The fact that even such a handful of them are beginning to fall prey to the "aristocratic supremacy" of their origins is an alarming development.　

(Perhaps we should seriously hurry up with the creation of the elite training institute His Majesty has told us about.

　Claude thinks.
　So we can engrave the folly of aristocratic supremacy into his soul.
　But since he couldn't do it now, he had to deny it with words.

'Not so fast. Only Bartolomeus can beat Vilhemina one-on-one. It's pathetic, but I don't stand a chance.

　Claude openly reveals his lack of strength.
　It was no shame for him to admit that there was a being stronger than him.
　However, the one who was told did not seem to be so, and was staring at him with a dumb face.

''No way. ......

Even Bartholomew is a good example: ......

　The men said something in a crisp, quiet voice, probably to the effect that even Baru was a commoner.
　Perhaps it was to the effect that even Baru was a commoner.
　The reason they didn't raise their voice was because they knew that the God of Light's warrior god was said to be the strongest of the eight gods, the strongest on earth, and had the great trust of the current emperor.

(Does it make me cringe when dealing with Bartolomeus? Then is it still too early to abandon him?)

　The true fools insult even Val with impunity.
　Knowing such people, Claude could only admire them, "Fools with no medicine to put on them are real in this world, aren't they?

''The Eight Divine Light rarely went out and not many people knew of its power. That was fine with me.

　He said such things unexpectedly, puzzling the nobles.

''But it seems to be a mistake. You guys should understand Yagami Akira correctly. Those of you who will be responsible for running the state from now on.''

.......... Really?

　The young nobles in front of him were not foolish, as he understood Claude's bypassed way of saying things after a few moments.

''That's right. You are not stupid, you just don't know. Then I judge that we should teach you. I will play a game for you as well. Know this, your majesty, the greatest warrior the Empire has ever known.

...... Okay, I get it.

　They quickly sensed that they had no veto power, and on the other hand, there was a feeling akin to joy.
　There were only a few people other than the Emperor, the Prime Minister, the Director of Magic Dao, and the General who knew of the Eight Divine Brilliance's abilities.
　It's like a state secret, so to speak.
　Being able to know it could be considered a kind of privilege.
　Of course, they weren't so stupid as to simply assume that they were being given special treatment.

''When and what kind of member will you be?''

It's up to you. Be patient.

　Claude told them outright that it wouldn't happen if His Majesty disagreed, and the young nobles understand correctly.

(Quite a difficult thing to do with a clever fool.)

　He sighed inwardly.