After asking a few more questions, Aion learned that the mercenaries and soldiers were all heading south to face the draconic wanderer. So, once he finished his meal, he left the town… he wished that he could wait until night since the heat of the desert in the afternoon was hellish. Still, he didn't know how much history would change if things continued to happen the way they weren't to.
"Grandma, what else can you tell me about this?" Aion said once he left the town and began to cross the desert.
Silence… Aion sighed since he was starting to feel that even after two decades after their deaths, his grandparents still didn't feel like recognizing their mistakes or acting like they weren't royalty anymore.
"She probably doesn't know many details since that kind of event happened in a faraway land," Arc said.
"So, she stayed quiet because she felt that it was embarrassing?" Aion furrowed his eyebrows.
