In order to defeat these demons, there has to be an imbalance between their strength and ours and for this reason, our magic is weak.
This power has always been passed down from father to son, leaving the eldest daughter or son in charge for her lifetime. Now, since my grandfather's time has ended, I have taken the power for myself and am ruling our nation now.
It takes time to train a new leader, and unfortunately for me, I'm not good with children… not good at all…" he muttered sarcastically under his breath while glaring at the book in front of him.
After finishing his mini-rant, he put the book down and looked over at me. "How old are you anyway, human?" he asked me.
I shrugged. "Around twelve maybe. Why?" I asked suspiciously. He seemed to be staring at me like he knew something that I didn't want to tell him. But for whatever reason, he didn't push it.
"I see," he replied in a serious tone.
