Secrets are like a grassland ravaged by a wild fire, leaving only a darkened expanse where decaying dust covers the earth, seemingly devoid of life. Yet, when the moment arrives, verdant new sprouts stubbornly push their way through the soil, blooming into vibrant flowers that reveal the almost forgotten history to everyone.
If the rumors about the Elf Queen's age are True, then the woman standing before Lynch is the most legendary keeper of secrets.
"Mage Lynch, you should be very familiar with that war a thousand years ago. As a member of the Mage Association, there must be plenty of documents that detail the events of that period."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Lynch replied, "I have read some related records in detail."
"Do you know why Heather, as a Holy Land, was unaffected in the battles that swept across the entire continent?"
