My name was Iris Stark. I was the child of a herdsman. My father was an honest, simple herdsman, and my mother was a hardworking, capable farmwife. We lived on the border of the Wode Plains in the Kingdom of Rohan. Though it was a frontier region, it was fairly peaceful. The fertile Anduin River basin provided lush grass for our cattle and sheep, as well as rich land we could cultivate...
Since childhood, my father had taught me to ride and shoot. While still young, I had already mastered both bow and horse. My life should have been like that of most farmers: I would marry, have children, and live out a peaceful, ordinary life. Perhaps fate had favored me. The heroic spirits of Rohan's ancestors reached out to me. When the cold, ice-element Battle Qi Flame flowed through my body, my heart burned fiercely!
When I was young, I once saw cavalrymen collecting taxes in the countryside. They were the goal and dream I yearned for. Only later did I learn that there were even more noble lords: Knights. Fate favored me once again, and the knight profession answered my call! I had become a knight!
A fortunate child had been born into an ordinary Rohan herdsman's family. When the phantom of a knight solidified and Battle Qi Flame began to flow, that family's destiny changed with it!
Iris Stark's father rode wildly across the grasslands, laughing and crying as he told the good news to everyone he knew. He slaughtered sheep and cattle to entertain every friend who came to offer congratulations. He knew that from then on, his family would no longer be ordinary commoners.
The first meeting with one's lord was always nerve-racking. To a commoner with little knowledge of the world, a lord was