Fogrem didn't expect his course to go so smoothly.

Conrad Coetzes listened carefully to every word he spoke. His brother is not a student who likes to ask questions much, but he will memorize every word of the teacher.

From the purpose of the empire, to its most important work now, some basic political terms...... Conrad Coetzes remembered everything.

From his expression, Fogham could tell that he didn't understand the connection between the 'exchange of political interests' and the assignment of a planetary governor, but Conrad Coetzes would remember it.

And for a genetic protologist, once he remembers something, it becomes a sure thing.

Time will help him understand everything.

Merely......

"But I'm not sure you're interested in politics, Conrad."

The Chemus man closed his book and leaned back in his chair.

There was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, an expression that had appeared on Vogrim's face many times. Sometimes it's deliberate, sometimes it's the truest thoughts that are inadvertently revealed.

"Politics?"

"yes...... Politics. ”

Fogrem sighed and didn't go any further—as time went on, Conrad Coz would soon understand how special his identity was within the Empire.

Even if he is extremely disgusted with politics in the future, and even tries his best to get out of this whirlpool, politics will find him on its own.

This word, to a certain extent, is associated with responsibility.

"Don't mention that, Conrad."

Vogrim smiled. "We had a great day. At this pace, you should be able to learn everything you need in two weeks. ”

"So, ...... answer to that question?"

"Of course I won't forget."

Vogrim said mildly. "But you already have the answer, don't you? I can see that you've been thinking about that question while you're learning. ”

The pale giant nodded, he was silent at the moment, but not the bad one.

Fogham could see that he was thinking and organizing language at the moment—Conrad Coetzes had understood something, he just needed to understand more.

One and a half years old......

With a silent sigh, the Chemus stood up and took the pendant from his pocket. Then, he saw Conrad Coetze's expression change slightly.

"I ......"

Instead of looking into Conrad Coetze's eyes, Fogham simply lifted the pendant and let his eyes wander to it. Then, in a gentle tone, he opened his mouth.

"It's from Terra." The Chemus said softly. "I forgot to tell you yesterday, sorry, Conrad."

Then, with a gentle lifting of his hand, the power was transmitted, and the chain delicately returned to his palm with the pendant itself. Fogrem spread it out, pointed to the pendant itself, and began to explain in detail.

"The shell is gilded, and inside is part of the remains of an old building that has been demolished, with a long history, and I asked my father to come. Gold plating can easily fade, bumps or chemicals can cause it to fade. ”

"So, if you wear it all the time, every once in a while, it needs to be colored. It's so simple that even a child can do it, so I won't talk about it too much, Conrad. ”

"So ......"

He finally made his gaze staggered with Conrad Coetzes.

"Are you still willing to take it?" Fogrem asked softly. "Even after I did something wrong?"

“......”

Without speaking, Conrad Coetzes simply slowly took it from Fogham's hands. He turned his head so that he didn't have to see the latter's expression, and then pointed to the book on the table.

"Did you give it a name, Fogreme?" Conrad Coetzes asked.

His voice was calm.

Fogrem tried not to laugh out loud, and he kept his voice calm and replied, "No, Conrad. I didn't give it a name. ”

"Why not?"

"Because...... Ah, you stopped me. ”

The Chemos sighed. "I don't know why, Conrad. I just didn't give it a name. ”

"You said you made the book cover for it with your own hands sixty-six years ago, and since then, the number of pages has been increasing. So, why don't you give it a name? ”

Fogrem froze.

yes, why wouldn't I?

And his brother continues.

"You've maintained it well...... It's old, but it's old, Vogrim. You should flip through it often, right? I saw a lot of corners with folded marks, and some relatively new handwriting......"

Conrad Coetzes raised his head, looked at the Chemos, and asked softly, "Since you like it so much, why don't you give it a name?" ”

Vogrim looked down, he didn't know how to answer.

Intellectually, he knew that there was no need to answer Conrad Coetze's question.

It's just a notebook, what name do you need, and how do you like it?

Even though it's almost an encyclopedia from top to bottom of the empire now, it's still a notebook at the end of the day.

But, yes......

A notebook that has been with me for more than 60 years.

An emotion began to take root, and he pursed his lips.

"Because...... I forgot. Fogham said.

"The newer handwriting was from seventeen years ago, and I still have it with me, but I haven't flipped through it for a long time, and I haven't added a page. If it weren't for the need to give you a lesson today, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been opened again. ”

Fogham smiled, and it slowly changed, and the handsome demigod was overjoyed at the moment, smiling in a normal and ordinary way—the kind of smile he would never have had in the past.

The Emperor's son, Vogrim, would only smile dignified and graceful.

"I forgot!" He laughed and patted Conrad Coetzes on the back. "It's ridiculous, isn't it? I actually forgot about it! ”

I had forgotten how humble I had been......

I wanted to do my best, but why did I forget this notebook? I used to cherish it so much that I flipped it over every night......

The pale giant stared at his brother silently, reacting to the latter's laughter, except to unconsciously straighten his back a little more - Vogrim's slap made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Okay."

After laughing, Fogham shook his head: "It seems that everyone's sense of humor is different, isn't it?" You're not funny about it. ”

"Yes." Konrad Coetzes said. "And, I want you to take it back."

"What?" Fogham's eyes widened. "The pendant?"

"No...... I'm referring to that notebook. Coetzes pursed his lips and looked away.

“...... But why, Conrad? Don't you want it? ”

"I want it, and I need it too—but you should love it."

Conrad Coetzes looked up.

"So I'm not going to take it."

He gave Vogrim a quick glance, then immediately turned his head and raised his right hand to let the pendant fall naturally. Then, with both hands, he pulled the chain apart.

“...... But thank you for the pendant. Conrad Coetzes said. I love it so much that I would give it a name. ”

Fogham stared at him in a daze, and after a moment the Chemus smiled.

"Okay." He whispered. "It should like it too."