A laboratory explosion nearly ended his pursuit of knowledge. In the golden light after the explosion, the wizards saved Gailte. Many wizards wanted to heal his wounds, but he ordered them to leave.
From that day on, Gailte became the way he is now. He always wore a golden mask, and no one could see his expression.
"I don't know if I can trust you, Gailte," the Emperor said solemnly. "But given the current situation, I have to trust you. You know, German is a Fire Mage, and it's already the middle of winter. His magic isn't very effective in the North."
"You can certainly trust me, Your Majesty." The sound of metal rubbing deepened the Emperor's doubts. Carl Franz shook the strange thoughts out of his head. He knew that since he was going to hand the task over to Gailte, he had to trust him. There was no reason to not trust someone to whom you had entrusted the task.
"Very well..."
One day later, Nord Kingdom, Mijordenhaven.
