Chapter 479: Legacy and the Transfer of Power
Erwin was perhaps one of the youngest university students in the country. He had only graduated from high school the previous year—at an age when most students would still be halfway through their coursework.
But Erwin was not a normal child. He had been raised with the best tutors and had, from an early age, inherited both of his parents’ abnormal intellects. It was no exaggeration to say that graduating from high school two years early was actually a vast underperformance of what Bruno expected from the boy.
However, in his defense, the reality was that he had deliberately taken his time growing up—wanting to be of similar age to his peers, and to enjoy his youth while it lasted. Something that felt almost ironic now, given he had been forced to marry at an age younger than most.
As a result, he quickly completed his schooling and went on to begin both a professional career and his time at university. During the day, Erwin worked for his father’s conglomerate—or more specifically, he trained under the tutelage of his uncle, who ran the original family business from which all others had sprouted, thanks to Bruno’s global investments.
At night, Erwin would take courses at one of Berlin’s more prestigious universities. Afterward, he returned home to his wife and children, spending what little time he had left with them—being a proper husband and father to the best of his ability.
Tonight, however, was one of his days off. The children were already in their cribs, fed by their mother. Alya was now in the kitchen, making sure the meal she’d prepared for herself and her husband was properly cooked.
Erwin, in the meantime, was sitting in the old rocking chair his father had used so many years ago. He was reading a journal he’d found stashed behind the mattress in the master bedroom—forgotten, dusty, and filled with the thoughts of a bygone era.
It was a journal Bruno had kept during the early years of his marriage to Heidi—containing everything from his thoughts as a newlywed to the births of his children, the wars he ran off to fight, and the reasons he gave for doing so.
What Erwin found most questionable, however, was a recurring phrase—repeated over and over again, especially in his father’s more foreboding entries.
"Time... There’s never enough time..."