Son of the North... Could it be true?
If you looked at life from Martin's perspective, he had lived comfortably until he was sixteen. He had loving parents and a boss who was an elite warrior.
Then, after he turned sixteen, a cousin had suddenly appeared, bringing him a better life and helping him escape disaster. Martin had become a resident of a Floating City, with a wife and child of his own.
Martin had done nothing, yet he had gained the happiness so many people longed for.
Didn't that count as lucky?
But wouldn't that mean Aunt Susan was the Mother of the North, and Uncle Holin was the Father of the North...
"We're here."
Maria's voice pulled Annan from his thoughts.
"Huh? Oh."
Annan looked up at the cell holding the Purification Court spy.
Inside, the City Guard Officer was accompanying an official who had come from the Military Affairs Department.
The official had brought several people with him and was listening as the City Guard Officer described how they had caught the spy.
Annan and Maria passed them. The spy had received basic treatment for his wounds and sat in the cell, pale-faced.
Annan looked at him. "Tell us everything you know."
The spy raised his head and was about to speak when a sharp voice rang out behind Annan.
"Move!"
Annan turned. One of the official's subordinates was barking at him.
His golden eyes had barely narrowed when Annan remembered the identity he was using and hurriedly stepped aside.
The official walked straight to the cell and looked down at the spy with open arrogance. "Tell us everything you know."
The spy described the Purification Court's structure. Its aims were simple: find and purge the Blade of Freedom, or infiltrate it to obtain its plans and