Chapter 420: His true origin (2)
Elric Godric, ruled with ironclad rules, regulations, and pushed the borders of his empire till they couldn’t be pushed. The Endless Mountains on the south and the Frozen Blue at north limited his expansion. Even the Taboos of the surroundings allowed them to pass through their territories. Battling a man with divine blood seemed unworthy of the risk.
’Taboos? As in more than one?’ Hex needed a moment to grasp the power of the man he had never met. Taboos were beings capable of changing the laws of the world. The world. And yet, here they seemed willing to bend their knees instead.
The reason behind their behavior might be hidden in the text. Hex just needed to find it. Yet, interesting as it was, another matter pressed even more. His master’s past. He knew he was close to the timeframe where his master would be mentioned. So, he continued to read. Everything else could be checked later on.
The name and fame of the empire and the emperor resonated throughout the world. But close to home people worried. The name Godric reminded everyone of the fate that befell the first warrior and patriarch of the first human empire. His family regressed after his death.
’It seems the emperor’s court held some knowledgeable people. They didn’t lose themselves in their glory and sought to preserve the nation.’ Hex had heard and seen many examples of failures due to complacency.
When the beloved queen birthed young Alric Godric, the empire burst out in festivities. A crown prince, healthy and handsome, his genius radiating more and more as he grew up. Having learned the ways of his forefathers, he shone with brilliance from the moment he held his first sword. Undefeated in everything. Until the meeting with a peasant child.
For a moment Hex questioned whether the young prince had been his master. But the name didn’t match. The baron could have opted to change his name to hide his roots but Hex remembered hearing the name Mikhael had already been famous before he arrived at Grindeston. It was the same thing when he met the goddess of death.
A child raised on the forgotten mountain slopes stood up to the prince when Alric wished to take a girl he liked with him...as his maid.
Small as he was, the peasant child understood the unwillingness of the girl and protested. Alone.