Chapter 374.1
“The two kings… fell.”
The riveted focus of Myung King and King Akil shattered at the unexpected revelation from Kasser. Pered and Riner, catching the bewildered gaze of Myung King, averted their eyes.
“Now, what I’m about to discuss diverges from my previous statement. Let’s cut to the chase,” Kasser declared, setting the tone with seriousness.
As Kasser delved into the narrative, the remaining five kings wiped emotions from their expressions and turned their undivided attention to him. “First, let’s journey through history, from the emergence of larks in this world,” Kasser began.
The narrative unfolded, recounting events from the distant past when ancient tribes held dominion, detailing their rise and fall, and unraveling the mysterious power of magic that brought the larks into existence. These tales, reminiscent of a fantasy novel, seemingly had no immediate relevance to the unfolding events in the Holy City.
Yet, none of the kings voiced objections. On the contrary, they found the narrative captivating. Even Richard, who had heard it before, listened with rapt attention as if experiencing it anew. Kasser’s story held a crucial link to the very identity of the kings.
The contemplation of ‘Who am I?’ was not unique to Kasser. Anyone, once elevated to the status of a king, would grapple with the complexities of their own identity. Amidst the sea of ordinary humans, the enigmatic force known as Praz manifested only within himself and his father. However, even the paternal figure couldn’t assuage Kasser’s doubts because he, too, was ignorant of the truth.
Kasser’s historical account distinctly outlined that, as a king, he wasn’t a monstrous entity like the larks but rather a human endowed with a unique power. This revelation dispelled the nebulous fears that had lingered deep within the hearts of the kings—the dread that they might transform into lark-like monsters someday or the lingering trauma of maternal abandonment due to perceived monstrosity.
Pausing for a moment, Kasser lifted his teacup and took a sip, signaling a transition to the crux of his narrative—the genuine truth that lay ahead.