Arnold turned. "That man, Percival Jackson, was known as the Blue Ace when the former Captain was in charge. According to what I know, whenever there's a serious raid, he's called not to fight and rescue but to suppress whatever they're facing."
Arnold spoke as he walked to his seat and sat down. "Don't underestimate him. You both are fortunate but he's been receiving mana fruits since the past age and is currently a Titled god. He's also a dual summoner. With all that, you can see the reason he's called the Blue Ace, the Cohort's card of victory."
Arnold gently tapped his index finger on the table. "But you're right, Nathan. His old ideals do not suit our new ones. He'll have to adjust and grow or be forced to submit, preferably by me. If he's unfortunate, by the Captain."
