Their branch was the royal bloodline that had once led the Giants in battle against humanity. It was also the bloodline Joy Boy belonged to.
In truth, the Giants' wars with humanity had lasted a very long time—far longer than the final battle eight hundred years ago.
Those histories were recorded in the Temple, but only the king of the Giants could read them.
That was why ordinary Giants knew nothing about them.
Even the war eight hundred years ago had faded over time. Eight centuries had passed, and generations of Giants had come and gone. A few elders might have heard of it from their ancestors, but most Giants knew nothing of the war that had nearly wiped out their people.
As king of the Giants in this age, his duty was not to restore his ancestors' glory. It was to keep his people from being wiped out in a world ruled by humans.
That was why the Giants remained confined to Elbaf, even though they still possessed some strength.
Did they not long for the vast, turbulent Sea beyond their shores?
Of course they did.
But for their people to survive, staying put had become an order he had no choice but to enforce.
That was also why the royal family rarely interfered with the Giants on the island below. Those Giants knew nothing of the past. If they could venture out into the world, why should they be made to stay here?
Unlike the royal family high above, the Giants on the island below had made no oath to that terrifying figure when their people retreated from the Red Line. The oath bound only the royal family.
After so many years, some among his people had forgotten how much the war had hurt them. They dreamed of