In the quiet room, Count Polia sat weakly beside him, looking at Arthur as he continued his slow explanation.
"Our ancestors came from a distant continent. One of them was a powerful wizard."
"More than a hundred years ago, he came to the Northlands. Along with leaving descendants behind, he also left us some things."
Looking at Arthur, Polia took the talisman from the purple wooden box, his expression complicated. "This belonged to a wizard. It's a legendary enchanted item, and it's also a token."
"Among the descendants of House Falkus, if anyone is born with a talent for wizardry, this token will allow them to travel to one of the southern kingdoms and take a ship to the continent where the wizards live."
"Arthur, you should know that besides Edward, I have another son, my eldest, who went to a southern kingdom when he was young. He still hasn't come back."
"Could it be...?" Arthur began to understand.
"That's right." Count Polia gave a bitter smile. "My eldest son had the aptitude for wizardry, so I sent him away a long time ago. I still haven't heard from him."
"That's why those people attacked us."
He fell silent for a moment, then continued. "The blood of wizards runs through House Falkus, so every now and then, someone in our family is born with the aptitude for wizardry."
"In fact, it's not just our family. The royal families and great nobles of the surrounding kingdoms generally have wizard blood, which is why they've been able to rule their kingdoms for so long."
"For nearly a hundred years, people with wizardly talent have appeared in our family from time to time. None of them became true wizards, but they were still powerful, and they had connections to other wizards. That's what