"Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born to their stations?"
Because Atrelin had introduced pilot education programs here, the youths of the Lainer Kingdom had already learned some basic Chinese characters.
The best among them could even recognize more than three thousand characters, comparable to a sixth-grade graduate.
"Nobles aren't born that way?"
Diego was startled by what he had gleaned from Reading Comprehension.
What kind of subversive thinking was this?
In all the Lainer Kingdom's long history, there had never been such treasonous nonsense!
"How could anyone make such an absurd claim?
A Warlock's power is innate in their bloodline. Dragons and elves once ruled the Lainer World, leaving behind many supernatural bloodlines. That's where all royal families came from!"
Diego instinctively wanted to throw away this dangerous book, but its words seemed to hold a strange magic, compelling him to read from the beginning.
"He stopped plowing and climbed onto a ridge between the fields, brooding bitterly for a long time..."
"If any of us attain wealth and rank, let us not forget one another..."
"How could sparrows know the ambitions of a swan..."
"Flight means death, and rebellion means death. If we must die either way, why not die for a nation of our own..."
"This is absurd!"
Diego was deeply shocked.
Neither the early Black Dragon Dynasty nor the present Half-Elf Dynasty had ever seen tenant farmers rise in rebellion and sweep across the land.
Just as this world's nobles could not resist the mages from the superior realm beyond their world, those peasants scratching a living from the soil had been lowly mortals for generations. They could never resist their noble masters.
He gripped the edges of the book with both hands, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Before he knew it,