Chapter 419: His true origin (1)
"...Grindeston."
The name escaped his lips in a soft whisper, without him even realizing it. Hex stared at the name on the page before him. Images of the town and its people flashed before his eyes. Memories of his childhood played out in his mind.
’...is it the same place? Or just a similar name?’ Nothing of the town he grew up in resembled it being a ruin of the past. No one, not even the haughty Glaciaborns had mentioned anything that hinted at their connection with such a legendary past. Not even once.
Yet, he believed it to be the same place.
’Master lived there after having lost everything. Like he was healing his wounds. The world would have welcomed him, no matter where he went, yet he chose to live in that isolated place. I never understood why. Perhaps, this is why.’
Unlike him, his master knew about the line of warriors they belonged to. Hex believed that living in the place that connected him to that lineage helped him connect with himself a bit better. Like a broken tree connecting with its roots.
’This is more reason to reclaim that place. It’s not just a place. It’s home to everyone who came before me.’ A burning desire to return erupted in his heart but he had to suppress it. He wasn’t ready to face off against the Divine Lord. That guy was too devious.
Hex remembered Ella offering the deed of Grindeston in exchange for his allegiance. Tempted as he was, he had declined. Luckily so. There was no way Hex would believe that the Divine Lord didn’t know about Grindeston and its past.
Either he would lure Hex under the pretense of giving the deed and kill him off or he might genuinely return the deed to Hex. Under his command. Hex was inclined to believe the latter.
’Grindeston represents my connection to the baron. And the connection to the baron makes me a legitimate heir of the North. With me as his underling, he would gain power over my lineage and the North.’
A chill passed over Hex. Once again, he learned how devious the Divine Lord could be. Despite Hex’s powers and advantages, he still lacked in wit against such an opponent. He might be played without even seeing the strings. Ever.
He checked what more he could find about Grindeston but the author never mentioned it again. To people unfamiliar with the place or with less interest in the ruin of a fallen empire, the name would lose all meaning.