He had just been scratched twice.

Once, when Baltar had called him weak.

And again, when he claimed that being strong was all that mattered.

Provocation. Arrogance.

It would have been stranger if he didn’t get angry.

But since his opponent was an Aura User, he couldn’t exactly argue against it.

‘Having no power is a crime in itself…’

Because it was nothing but the truth.

…However, the next words that followed made him forget his irritation entirely.

"Do you want to become a Superhuman?"

If anyone else had asked that, Ihan would have laughed in their face, called them a fraud, and walked away.

But this was Baltar.

A living Superhuman.

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When someone like that asked the question, no one could simply dismiss it.

And so—

"……."

Ihan thought.

‘Hah. Look at this brat.’

Baltar was impressed.

If he asked a thousand knights the same question, every single one of them would instantly respond with—

"I want it!"

They would jump at the opportunity.

But this kid was hesitating.

To others, it might look like arrogance—like he didn’t even know his place.

Like he was spoiled enough to consider his answer.

But Baltar knew.

There was no one hungrier for strength than Ihan.

And no one who understood himself better.

So it wasn’t hard for Baltar to guess why he was hesitating.

And sure enough—

"…So you’re not asking if I can become one. You’re asking if I want to."

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