This was the land where God answered your prayers.
It illuminated the sky, like a stream of light.
Your wisdom surged like flames,
Your crown was noble as the stars;
You were the king of the Ancients, the people of God.
Blessed were the people,
For God and the kingdom, wisdom and spirit, had all descended.
"Seven Lines of the Aelnoma," Lakan Tu
Constance's voice was deep and sonorous. It passed through the courtyard of the White Rose Garden and through the forest, recounting events from sixty years ago:
"Your grandfather, Sword Saint Darus, was a peerless genius, a once-in-a-century figure. His bloodline was equally noble. He was an Answerer born in Karasu during the Year of Flowing Flames, and the pride of the Cardilosso Family."
"And what about you?"
"You were born into the Cardilosso Family and gained honors and pride beyond the imagination of ordinary people. You were lucky. Yet you didn't know when to advance or retreat. The title of Earth Sword Saint could not protect you forever, and before the Empire, the Cardilosso Family was nothing."
"I gave you a chance, but unfortunately, you failed to cherish it."
The Silver Queen gently raised her right hand and extended her index finger. The girl-like fingertip was slender and graceful. A drop of golden blood flew from it and softly melted into the empty space ahead.
Mortals could never understand this world, no matter how outstanding their talent was. Even the cleverest monkey could only lord it over its own troop. Darus had once been such an exceptional Answerer, yet his descendant could not even see a drop of this blood flowing from his own body. This was pure bloodline. How could the turbid blood flowing through the bodies of the Black Iron People compare with that