After the king renounced his rights to the throne, he had resided into the dukedom, as a line of the family who are the wielders of the sand dagger—the protector of Patriarge. It has been a thousand years since that tale, but…
"It really confuses me why our ancestor renounced his right to the throne when he was the one who established the country." Said Bahath as he readjusts his glasses. He was reading a history book.
"Well, to be fair, the one who did most of the job is the imperial family's ancestor. So, I think the brains won." Wajadat remarked.
"What do you think, Dayie?" The twins asked in chorus to the girl who was sitting by the sofa while polishing her dagger.
"Hmm…" Dayie smiled at her two brothers. "Beats me. It's all in the past now, isn't it?"
