"Draven, that boy of yours is something else!"
Marquis Loran was currently directing the war on the front lines.
After hearing the news from the Sorrow Wind Empire, he and Draven, Medivh's grandfather, began to reminisce.
The Loran Family had worked hard for so many years. A few years ago, they had finally managed to raise a Ninth Rank knight.
They hadn't even had time to enjoy their success for a few years before the Wrynn Family overtook them in the blink of an eye.
"Of course! He's my flesh and blood!"
With his grandson's family flourishing so spectacularly, there was no reason for a grandfather not to be proud.
Draven boasted about his bloodline. He had fathered Rhine, who had raised the Hobarton Family from an Earldom to a Marquisate.
Rhine had fathered Medivh, who had founded the Wrynn Family.
His branch of the family had an exceptionally fine bloodline.
"Don't forget where your family's bloodline came from!"
Marquis Loran glared at Draven. Didn't Medivh's excellence prove that the Loran Family had a fine bloodline too?
"Everyone's doing well, everyone's doing well!"
The two old men praised each other, while the other nobles of the Loran Faction also looked pleased.
Having a powerful figure in their clan proved their bloodline was sound; all they lacked was an opportunity.
The Sorrow Wind Empire wasn't a purely human empire. A spatial passage connected it to the First Holy Remains Space, and Medivh had transformed it into the Holy Light Kingdom.
The Sorrow Wind Empire's subjects could visit the people of the Domain of Light in the First Holy Remains Space, and even intermarry with them.
They could choose where they wanted to live freely, settling either in the Sorrow Wind Empire or the First Holy Remains Space.
The First Holy Remains