Time flew by as Asher, Williams, and Finch talked without pause or end, laughter echoing once in a while through Asher's room. At this point, Asher had already brought out food prepared by Lyra from his system storage space; although the cafeteria had food, it could never beat something prepared in a Ducal Household, both in quality and refinement.
"So, Asher, with your talent, do you think you can become the next Duke, or the Primarch as the Wargraves call it?" Finch asked as he chewed his cookie, his legs on the table as though he owned the room, completely at ease.
Asher stayed silent for a moment before he replied, "to become a Primarch, one has to be a Crownstar Life Rank first, and I'm sure I can get there in a few years, maybe in a decade, but my elder brother, Malrik, has a better chance," he stated, his voice calm and indifferent.
