"Old friend, long time no see."

"I haven't written to you in years, I hope you remember me."

"Yes, like all the letters I have sent you before, I have another sad news to tell you."

"[Professor] -- I hope you remember the name. That's right, he's here again...... Just like five years ago, he began to work on his 'resurrection potion' again. And this time, the madman has set his sights on divinity. ”

"As far as I know, he should start from Richero this time and head north, going counterclockwise around Carraar along the border with Farajo. Since Caral doesn't have a priest, he probably won't be delayed with you for long. Remember, you must refrain from any conflict with him - any kind of conflict. I hope you remember how warm the City of Fortune was at the end. ”

"Never take in any priests, never take in any priests - not let them be near Riccello. Unlike those alchemists, the professor will never spare his hands when fighting...... Of course, if you happen to be holding a pastor there, you might be able to make some deal with the professor as well. ”

"Peace be upon you, my friend. I'll get to you as soon as possible, you have to wait for me. ”

"- Your dear, Farina."

A neatly and cleanly dressed middle-aged man with a monocle sat in the study, gently rubbing the letter that seemed to have a bit of a fragrant fragrance.

"...... Farina"

He muttered, the fingers of his right hand brushing the letter very softly, like caressing a lover's cheek.

In fact, it's not bad.

If it weren't for the coincidence. Farina. Green vine has long been his wife. It's just that his father can't stand Farina's not-so-clean background and her status as a female druid.

Although the identity of a druid will add nobility to men, it can be placed on women. But it can alienate people.

In patriarchal Caral, only female members of the Druid Order have the right to take part in war, to become lords, and to divorce their husbands. Although marrying a female druid means that the territory will be smooth for decades, and the child will inevitably become a druid. But there are still a large number of Caral nobles who can't accept the existence of female druids.

With the exception of the druids, more than ninety percent of the Karars were Bansa two hundred years ago. Naturally, the traditions of the Bansa people have influenced them as well.

In Banza, women are not allowed to become priests of Tyre. This means that women are born with far fewer outlets than men on the path to the priesthood in Bansar. As a nun, if you don't become a saint, you will become the abbot of the convent in this life.

Sivir will take in some dancing girls. But all they do is sing war songs or send-off warriors with sword dances—and in other cases, they are just a bunch of noble military concubines.

Probably because the founding of the Caral is so short, many Caral people still remember their own history. They have never forgotten that they were principalities independent from Banza. His ancestors were Bansa.

From the point of view of civilization inheritance, this may be a good thing. However, this also means that many Carrals will subconsciously forget the laws of the druids and use the customary laws of the Bansa people when they encounter disputes. This form is very common among the people.

The Druids advocate equality between men and women, the Druids advocate recycling, and the Druids encourage the creation of poetry, but the Kallar people still subconsciously regard women as men's accessories and like meaningless pomp. At the same time, poetry is seen as a useless moaning without disease.

But they are not as fond of reading the history of the continent and studying the history of various countries as the Bansa people. If the people of Caral do academic research that only they do, it is probably the biography of a legend.

This kind of biography, which is not very reliable in a sense, is not very reliable and is the usual pastime of the Carrals. As for how unreliable it is. Just take a look at the "Dwarven King" Rorsnes.

And Earl Orwell's family is a real old family.

Before their family became counts of Caral, they used to be a viscount of Bansa. Because he gave the White Wolf some sponsorship at the beginning, after the White Wolf Duke conquered the land of Karar. The family received an invitation from the first Grand Duke of Carral.

A count's title, a county - although it is not wise to leave behind a viscounty that has been run by the family for generations. can knowingly seize the opportunity of development, Orwell's grandfather can be regarded as a decisive person.

Thereupon. Count Orwell's grandfather did not hesitate to choose to leave Bansa, and led his subjects to the land that became independent from Bansa, from a poor viscount with only one barony to an earl. And his people shared a lot of the pressure on the newly independent Karal.

However, the Orwells never forgot that they had the blood of the noble Banza nobles in their veins.

It was Bansa, a country as old as El Carter. If you go back more than a thousand years, half of Suze and Titan are principalities that split from present-day Bansa.

At that time, the southern countries had not yet been crushed and swallowed by the "abyss of sea level", and now Titan's location can be regarded as the north.

But thousands of years ago, just as the Sage had just left, demons invaded from the south.

At that time, the gods had not yet been born, and almost no one could resist these demons, who were raging in the southern kingdoms and met with no resistance.

The southern nations could only choose to transport a few inheritances to Titan, and then directly the large-scale Lu Shen and the demon army would be wiped out. And these lineages are the first generation of Titans. With the exception of these very few silver species, most of them are Banza.

It can be said that Titan is also a part of Bansa.

Now that Elkart has been reduced to a land of ruins, the Bansar people generally believe that they have the noblest blood in the world. This arrogance convinced them of the correctness of their own civilized traditions.

Orwell's father could not tolerate his own child marrying a former nightingale and a female druid in any way. He was the one who told the professor about Falina's existence and drove her around.

Although his father died suddenly and inexplicably, until he forced Orwell, who was only seventeen years old at the time, to marry, Falina was still unable to return to Ricelo. Later, after Falina learned that Orwell was married and had children, she never wrote to him again.

And now...... This is the first letter in five years.

"...... Farina"

It's so happy just to think about it.

He whispered, feeling the burning fire of love run down his spine like a burning finger scraping against his skin, and an electric current crackled down his spine, making Orwell shiver with excitement.

Yes...... As long as she has this thing, Farina won't leave him.

Orwell reached into his inner pocket with a trembling hand, feeling the small bottle handed to him by the venerable old scholar, and a smile unconsciously hung on the corner of his mouth.

Under his eyes, a dim yellow light flashed. (To be continued.) )