That was certainly a familiar name-Cassandra.
The priest of Athena whom the Ring of Radiance and Ivy had spoken of, a legendary woman who had played different roles in different courses of history.
To those Greek deities, history seemed to be a "book" they could paint and scribble over at will. Every different approach led to a different outcome.
And that had become a means for them to attack one another.
His thoughts wandered briefly before he fixed King Atre with an intent gaze. "So there must be another reason you came to see me. What exactly is it, my friend?"
This was far too much of a coincidence, and it involved the cleric as well. Something felt wrong, so he simply asked outright.
Far from finding Kroya overly perceptive, King Atre found this young mage fascinating-yes, the eyes the God of War had bestowed upon him could tell that Kroya was not even a hundred years old!
A Legendary mage under a hundred was a rare sight even in the Star Sea Empire. An Elector King like him, born with a golden spoon in his mouth, who had started life in the sky above a finish line others could never reach, had still taken over a hundred years to become Legendary.
Naturally, he was proud. Only someone with talent equal to his own, or even greater, qualified to speak with him as an equal.
Holding the little puppy, he gently stroked its baby fur, which had not yet fully shed, and said, "I have the power to wage war, but not the power to win... This curse has stayed with me to this day.
"The cleric told me you have the power to end this curse.
"I came for my own interests, but I hope to truly earn your