"Camp in the desert near the lake to the southwest. When the stars shine and the horn sounds, the hero's will shall return."
After fighting his way through a chaotic battle, Allen had obtained the Star Horn in the ruins, and those words had suddenly appeared in his mind. For someone familiar with the Fantasy Continent, they were not particularly difficult to understand.
In the southwest of this continent, the only lake Allen knew of-or place that could be called a lake-was the Lake of Stars, west of Jelkala, the capital of the Kingdom of Rhodoks.
It was a green lake that reflected a sky full of stars on summer nights, fed by rivers flowing down from the snow-covered mountains west of Maras Castle. It was a vital source of water for the surrounding region.
In times of peace, Rhodoks nobles would bring their families and servants to the estates there to enjoy a cool summer.
That popular stretch of land brought the king of the Rhodoks a considerable amount of revenue.
The desert mentioned in the message should have referred to the Gobi Desert along the border between the Rhodoks and the Khergits. Its environment and climate meant that neither the Rhodoks lived there nor the Khergits grazed their livestock there. It was indeed a remote place, ideal for hiding a treasure.
As for the shining stars, that naturally meant nighttime, and a clear night at that.
Once the entire message was deciphered, it meant camping in the Gobi Desert southwest of Jelkala on a clear night and waiting for the Star Horn to sound.
When Allen received the cryptic message, he had only needed to sift through his memories a little to understand it.
After all, so much time had passed that he needed a moment to recall