"I am a descendant of the gods..."
Rion's words caused Alger to fall silent. A faint click reached Rion's eyes, crushing him to display a smirk.
For the next five minutes, he just stared at Rion with a surprised expression.
"A descendant of the gods... so you really are from the mountains, huh..." Alger mumbled under his breath.
Staggering back, he sat in his chair and asked with a guarded expression, "Why are you here?"
Rion walked past him and stopped before the window. He at the bustling town and mumbled, "I simply want to build ties with the count that rules over the settlement closest to Pantheon."
Alger raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is this Pantheon?"
Rion's smile widened even further, and he announced, "It is a kingdom of godbloods... our kingdom."
Alger frowned and mumbled, "Kingdom? Were the mountaineers not part of a tribe?"
'He knows, huh... but how? He is only about forty years old, and the war was nearly fifty-seven years ago,' Rion remarked inwardly.
