"What's so strange about that? This really is Ogdins, home of the Grand Magic Academy and the hometown of the True God of Death himself." The waitress gave Achill a puzzled look at his loss of composure. She did not think much of his strong reaction, assuming that her guest had simply had a little too much to drink.
"Nothing. Go on. You still haven't explained why this wine is called arhie'sdrea." Achill shook his head, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and spoke calmly.
Seeing this, the waitress nodded, dismissing Achill's sudden reaction, then explained with a look of longing and admiration, "As its name suggests, arhie'sdrea means Lord Achill's dream—the dream of the True God of Death! I'm sure I don't need to tell you how powerful Lord Achill, the True God of Death, is. Yet outside Ogdins City, very few people on the continent know that many years ago, when he was still a child, he was actually just an ordinary person with terribly poor talent! His grandfather, Master Albert, was a highly respected member of the Ten Wizard Saints and the former headmaster of the Grand Magic Academy! But back then, the True God of Death was merely an ordinary magic swordsman at the academy, scorned by his fellow students. His strength always ranked at the very bottom, and his talent was the worst of all. Teachers and students alike mockingly called him the Eternal Last-Place..."
Achill swirled the blood-red wine in his glass and quietly listened to the beautiful waitress's soft explanation. Before he knew it, he had slipped into his memories.
"Even under those circumstances, Lord Achill never lost heart. Instead, he made his grandfather, Master Albert, the goal he intended to surpass! He swore to become one of the greatest of the Ten