If Roland were a lesser man, he would have read such a statement with a hint of offense. Saving lives shouldn't inherently be a challenge; it was a duty. A responsibility to uphold. He knows that to be more true than anything else in his life - having served for eight years as the head of a nation, then taking up a different mantle as chief consul to a budding, young king.

But Roland knows better, of course, and it occurs to him quite easily that Senku simply processed the world as if he was conquering challenges, one small step at a time. There was no malice to it; it was simply the process in which Senku knew how best to save the lives of his entombed citizens.

He holds back a chuckle, swirling the ale in his mug. "That's one way to put it. Sure." Another sip, before continuing. "You'd never be scared of modern science." And Roland pretty much sounds convinced, even if he'll never claim to know how that mind of his worked. "You'd embrace it. You'd hone it so others can live good lives...Wouldn't you?"