Mysterious Youth

"A Stokian?!"

The revelation shocked him. He would never expect the chairman of the highest magic authority in Hocke would actually be a southerner. The past two rulers of Hocke truly were trusting.

"Kid," Marolyt said as he gave his head another knock, "Didn't I get you to check out the founding war? Why haven't you done so? Are you deaf or something?"

"It's not like you didn't know I was busy with the matter of Fort Kesta, pops. I didn't even have time to sleep, let alone find out about the history back then."

Leguna rubbed his temples. Even a light strike from a swordsaint was to be feared. Leguna worried his head would swell from all that pummeling.

Marolyt turned to look at him.

"Whatever. Since I have nothing better to do, I'll tell you about it."

"Please do."

Leguna got into proper sitting posture and listened.

"Myr used to be Stokian, an incredibly normal Stokian peasant at that,"...

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