The Elector Returns

Grand Duke Fleming shook his head at his father's question.

"There has never been any record of them in human history."

"It isn't just them."

Old Grand Duke Fleming said:

"For slaves, even the history of ten years ago is beyond their knowledge. Commoners can scarcely know the stories of fifty or a hundred years ago. Minor nobles can only hollowly chant the glory of their bloodlines, without knowing why they were glorious."

"Even you and I, Grand Dukes of the Empire, are completely at a loss when it comes to the development of human civilization."

"Why is that? Is it because the ancestors of people like us never understood how to record what they did?"

Feredias Fleming did have an answer to that question.

"The Church of Dawn prohibited the passing down of ancient history."

"The Church of Dawn once maintained an extremely strict system of rule. They served only the Lord of Dawn, and neither permitted nor practiced the recording of history."

Nobles might not understand history, but they understood the Church of Dawn.

"Yes, the Church of Dawn. But why? Why did they do this?"

"And why, even without historical records, can we still know the stories of heroes and Hero Kings?"

"Even after thousands of years—perhaps it really has been thousands of years—we still remember the heroes of humanity's earliest barbaric age?"

"Perhaps... people passed the stories down by word of mouth."

Old Grand Duke Fleming let out a long sigh and said:

"If the War of the Deities Across Planes had never happened, if so many Otherworldly Planes had never been discovered, then that explanation would have been sufficient."

"Do you think the humans of those Otherworldly Planes are any different from us?"

"No difference, Father."

"It is only that their worlds were destroyed. They