Chapter 289: What Justifies a Knight’s Battle? (12)
According to records, Wales was just another unremarkable territory about three hundred years ago.
It wasn’t particularly fertile, nor was the land rich. There were no great rivers flowing through it.
Still, while it may not have been abundant, it had the potential for development—be it through trade or other means.
That was simply the natural progression of a territory, of its people.
But then, one day—
"A great mist engulfed all of Wales, and then... a miracle occurred."
"That mist... so that’s what it was."
Overnight, the land became fertile. Dense forests sprouted on all sides. A massive river carved through the earth, its shimmering surface glittering like scattered jewels.
A miracle—there was no other way to describe it.
A blessing from the fairies, perhaps. Or a gift bestowed by the divine.
There was no other way to explain such an event.
And yet—