In response, the old white-haired man who stood beside Joshua stroke his own beard, shaking his head either in wonder or doubt.
"Gold and Supreme are certainly as you put it," Pope Igor said quietly, "But the birth of Legendary champions depends only on personal luck and understanding—it's unfathomable."
"Even so…" at those words, the elderly pontiff closed his eyes and nodded seriously, "You're right. The world of Mycroft is not without talent, but we lack the conditions to uncover that talent."
