Chapter 28: The Old Ways
Chapter 28 — The Old Ways
In this world, bloodline was everything.
Commoner. Noble. Royalty.
A man's worth was not weighed by his strength, nor his wisdom, but by the blood that flowed through his veins. Not simply by his own accomplishments, no—but those of his ancestors, long ago, in an age when Aether was thick in the air, and colossal beasts ruled the land.
It is said that those who dared to defy fate and rose against the beasts of the world had their bloodlines blessed across generations.
Or so the ancient records claimed.
Since then, the world had remained the same. The superior ruled, the inferior obeyed. Royalty looked down upon nobles. Nobles spat on commoners. Commoners… were simply trash.
Meaning bloodline was not merely judged by status perceived. But bloodline inherited.
That was why, despite being a prince—the son of Prince Richie Von Rich—Oliver, never received proper respect. If someone like him could be treated as a dog, one could only imagine the generational torment others had suffered.
Back then, they couldn't speak. But now? Now, the kingdom had fallen.
And while Oliver had hoped to use their longing for home to restore order, Garron… Garron had turned that very weapon against him.
Not only that, Garron was turning the commoners against the nobles. And it was working.