Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1138

Chapter 1138: Chapter 1138 - Taming the Wall - Incidentally - 5

Liora’s was a flawless, rock-solid briefing. It was the report of a brilliant young woman executing an excellent job in her own sector, growing into a formidable leader in a way that was highly legible and deeply conventional.

It was exactly the type of aristocratic leadership drilled into noble children from the moment they could walk.

Liora inspired her troops. She coordinated them with flawless military doctrine. She naturally projected that heavy, undeniable ’aura’ that inherently commanded respect and signaled to everyone around her that she was meant to be followed.

Her report was precisely what Selphira had expected from a granddaughter of her caliber and character. On any other day, Selphira would have dedicated her absolute, glowing attention to every single syllable of it.

Today, however, Selphira found her mind helplessly anchored to the previous report.

She listened to the praise regarding Liora with only half her brain, allowing the other half to relentlessly chew on the enigma that was Ren.

Because Ren was the anomaly that completely ruined the equation. He was the chaotic variable that violently broke the mold. He was a puzzle she had been turning over and over in her mind without finding a satisfying resolution.

Liora was a leader that Selphira had carefully raised and molded. That was clear, and it was a source of profound pride.

But Ren?

Ren was something else entirely, and Selphira still hadn’t figured out the exact political or militaristic vocabulary to name it.

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When the final report concluded and the heavy oak doors clicked shut, Selphira was left completely alone in the strategy room.

The afternoon light had shifted, falling in long, horizontal golden bars across the empty chairs.

She let out a long, quiet sigh.

Ren was genuinely, profoundly impossible to guide.

That was the inescapable conclusion Selphira finally reached after chewing on the problem for the entire afternoon. The realization had been quietly orbiting her thoughts for a long time, but only now, in the quiet solitude of the room, did she allow herself to fully articulate it.

The boy was weird. He was genuinely, fundamentally weird.

The entire elaborate psychological framework she and Victor had so meticulously designed to prepare him, forcing him to serve from the muddy bottom, making him learn the crushing weight of command, ensuring he earned the troops’ loyalty before claiming his throne, was structurally flawed.

It relied on a false premise. Their master plan assumed there was a standard, historical "mold" of a leader that Ren needed to be forcefully squeezed into so that his overwhelming power wouldn’t alienate him from humanity.

But Ren simply did not fit into any mold. He violently shattered them without even realizing they existed.

Selphira leaned back in her chair, and a slow, genuine smile spread across her ageless face.

Perhaps that was actually a magnificent thing.

Ren didn’t need to learn how to be a leader in the conventional, aristocratic sense. Perhaps it was his inherent nature, or the brutal, starving slums he had crawled out of. Perhaps lacking a noble birthright had hardwired his brain this way.

His sheer, unadulterated way of being was a magnetic force that naturally pulled common people into his orbit. Sooner or later, everyone standing near him independently reached the exact same conclusion: it was heavily in their best interest to shut up and listen to him.

Not because he aggressively imposed his will. Not because he shouted orders or demanded respect.

It was because, at his absolute core, Ren fundamentally looked at the world as a series of problems, and he obsessively focused on giving people the exact tools they needed to solve them.

’How do I automate this defense grid before these exhausted men make a fatal error?’

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