Secrets, like a prairie scorched by a wild fire, leave behind a blackened expanse, with decaying dust covering the land, seemingly devoid of life. Yet when the moment arrives, vibrant new buds stubbornly emerge from beneath the soil, blooming with bright flowers, unveiling a nearly forgotten history before everyone's eyes.
If the rumors about the Elf Queen's age are true, then the woman standing before Lynch is a legend holding the most secrets.
"Mage Lynch, you should be very familiar with the war a thousand years ago. As a member of the Mage Association, there must be many documents that recorded in detail what happened during that time."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Lynch replied, "I have read in detail some related records."
"Do you know why, during the battle that swept across the entire continent, Heather, as a Holy Land, remained unaffected?"
