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Joan's eyes opened in surprise as he heard Gradus speak about that tale, the tale of a child born with the power to manipulate and control souls and infuse them into dead corpses to create Undead.
"The Reaper Child? You mean the Son of Death?" Asked Joan.
"Reaper Child, Son of Death, Necromancer, he had many names." Gradus sighed. "It was said that he was a son of the devils when he was born due to his white hair and red eyes, and his family was ostracized for such a thing. Back then our village wasn't big enough, there weren't adventurers in our village and the church were still ruled by old and archaic rules that discriminated against specific elements or spirits people might be born with."
"Those times… the Dark Age that ended roughly 70 years ago?"
"Yeah, those times… My parents told me they were rough. Those times were when the first signs of the Demon Kings rebirth were appearing and the monsters and demons alike were growing stronger and stronger over time…"
