Chapter 33: Star 3 (3)
What is life?
Drest took a long time to answer that question.
He was born the son of a tenant farmer in the central part of the empire, in the Zebulon Region.
As a child, he played in the mountains and fields, learned to plow as he grew, cultivated the land, harvested, and during times of scarcity, hunted in the wild to fill his stomach.
His family was poor but harmonious, without ambition, dreaming only of finding a good partner, a decent piece of land, and taking pride in owning a vast farm and a complete home.
He was nothing more than a young tenant farmer without greed, whose sole aim was to live an honest and steady life.
However, heaven had granted him a gift. In the depths of night, holding his plow in the field and looking at the starry sky, it seemed as though the principles of the heavens were captured in his eyes.
The flowing magical energy appeared like a turbulent river, a natural landscape, and the spark of magic at his fingertips felt like an extension of his body.
He learned magic—not out of ambition or devotion to the magical path, but simply because he could.