Ed involuntarily held his breath as he turned each page, lest the brown paper, made of unknown pieces, shatter and crumble into mud.

Although some of them had peeled away and disappeared, the time-blurred handwriting on the pages was barely legible—he was greatly relieved to be sure that it was not "his."

Mancini called it a "storybook," but to Ed, it was more like a forgotten history book. The writer's handwriting is almost restrained, and the style of the writing is the same, word by word, with a glance, in a simple lingua franca to describe the rise and fall of a human city that he calls "Onga".

As soon as possible seemed to be the center of the world in the book, but Ed had never heard of the name "Onga", which made him feel a little sad. Humans have had their own language for only a few thousand years, but most of their history has been obliterated...... Or leave only a casual few words from the records written by the elves or dwarves for themselves.

They do not deliberately forget or despise it, but for most of the past thousands of years, human beings have indeed been only an insignificant member of this vast world...... Maybe not even as important as the orcs.

Ed was initially interested, but within a few pages he was defeated by the boring, "simple" and boring text - and probably for no reason that the book had been forgotten.

He rubbed his astringent eyes and glanced up at Mansini, hoping that he would tell him what he was looking for in it, but Mancini did not say a word, only looked back at him expectantly. Motioned enthusiastically for him to continue, as if hoping that he would give some answer.

Good upbringing can sometimes be a tiring burden - and Ed can only bite the bullet. His gaze swept over the meticulous handwriting as if he were a knife, watching as the Ongar chose their "king" like elves. Watch them leave their homeland under the king's lead in search of a more fertile place to live...... Until a familiar name suddenly popped up.

Alamit.

Perhaps it was not possible to find a similar pronunciation, or perhaps it was out of awe, the name of this elven city was written in the elven language. The city of Guarami is located in the north-central part of the continent, about halfway between Damaran and Visa, on the banks of the former channel of the Vinez River. Today, its wreckage is probably still lying beneath the silt at the bottom of the Viinz River, but its name has not disappeared with the submerged city.

That's where the dragons fell...... It was the elves and dwarves fighting side by side as never before, resisting the dragons, and that was the place where the gods showed their divine power and unmistakable presence for the last time.

Even if it no longer exists. Its name is also immortal.

The Anga settled on a small plain not far from Alamy, backed by a forest and in front of the wide river Vinez. The elves tolerated this and even gave them a lot of help...... Even though the help seemed more like a gift, the people of Onga were grateful. In their eyes, the elves are almost like gods, beautiful, long-lived, and high above. Powerful...... Until the dragon strikes.

Ed has read many accounts of the Battle of Alamit, especially after a big fight with Isis for becoming a "Sage...... Neither elves nor dwarves ever spoke of it, and Is...... His ancestors who had been through that battle probably didn't care at all, and were the first to stand in front of them. is a warrior of humanity.

Onga sent almost all of his warriors to guard Alami with elves and dwarves, but few returned alive.

Even if it's a final victory. Even if it is a miracle of the gods, for the people of Onga. It also lost its light in the midst of indescribable sorrow.

The dwarves and elves soon had a new dispute after the great battle, and the sacrifice of the Ongar was almost completely ignored. Because it is suspected that a human warrior has deceived an elven girl in the chaos. The elves even searched the entire city of Ongar without saying a word, pointing their swords at anyone who dared to question them...... All longing and admiration were shattered. After storming into Alami and angrily accusing the elves who were "as proud and cruel as dragons," Rabaya, the daughter of King Onga, left the unfinished Ongar with the remaining old and weak women and children and headed north.

"We will find our true home, perhaps unshaded, but not at the mercy of others. ”

Labiah's last words were loud in front of the elf, but she soon had to ask the gods for help. Disease strikes the exhausted people on their journey, and the forests are infested with orcs and goblins...... Perhaps out of guilt, a small group of elven soldiers silently protected them, unable to defend them against another attack.

"Pray. ”

Eventually, a spirit came out of the forest and told Labaiah, "May the gods forgive you for your ignorance and offense." ”

Rabeja had no other choice.

She stepped into the rough waters of the Vinez River and prayed aloud to the god of water, her voice full of anger. However, Ni'o responded to her...... In the midst of the icy waters, the first human priest was born.

There has never been a man like her, and we are God's people. There is also pride in the documenter's straightforward description...... Ed, however, felt only bitterness.

The last few pages of the book were mutilated, and Ed glanced at them hurriedly, was silent for a moment, and looked up at Mancini again.

“...... I'm sorry. "This is an extremely precious ancient book...... But I don't see anything recorded in it that has anything to do with the bloodline of the Chrissian family. ”

"How come!" Mancini stretched out his hands, showing his surprise in an exaggerated manner, "You see the end!Nyo's first human priest, she gave her a promise!Her descendants will rule the entire continent!Her power will flow in her veins!Labea, isn't she the ancestor of the House of Chrissus?"

"Uh......" Ed laughed a little, but breathed a sigh of relief, "I appreciate your enthusiasm...... But isn't that a far-fetched conclusion?"

“...... Really?" Mancini lowered his hands, looking dejected, "but that's what the mages said......"

"Those mages" probably squeezed him a lot of gold coins too.

"That may or may not be true. Ed smiled, a little dizzy from staring at the blurry handwriting for too long, "But I don't care about that anymore, my lord...... What I inherit may be important, but what is more important is what I choose and what kind of person I become, isn't it?"

Mancini looked at him and sighed slightly, for a moment, his regret seemed real.

"You're right. He whispered, "You're right...... But sometimes, we don't have a choice. ”.

(To be continued.) )