Susan remembered the first time she heard the name Lynch Valen. It was over a decade ago, when everyone was talking about a lucky boy.
Originally a peasant, he was lucky enough to be identified as having wizard talent, even luckier to take down a Black Wizard Apprentice during an evaluation, and luckiest of all to be granted the Warrior Feather by the Judge...
In short, it was as if he was favored by the goddess of luck herself, a person whose lifetime of good fortune seemed to have converged all at once.
Susan's initial impression of him matched the rumors perfectly: earnest and humble, viewing the world through a pure and simple logic, naively believing that effort would lead to reward, that hard work could change everything.
"With my effort!"
Susan could still vividly recall his stubborn declaration in the banquet hall. At the time, it sounded so childish and laughable—nobody believed in him, and nobody cared.
And yet, that one childish declaration turned out to be true.
