Another week had pass since the incident. Thover Medved, chieftain of the Medved tribe, started a rant over his grandson.
"My grandson is a genius! I'm taking him with me to my tribe!" Thover tried to apprehend Reginald, but Halger intervened.
"The hell you are, old man! You ain't laying a single hair on him, ya' hear?!" Halger mood shifted.
As of now, he kept a timid stance when dealing with his father in law. But when it involves his family, he sworn that not a single one of them will will leave his sight.
A brawl broke out as the two men slugged fist at each other.
No one intervened since this was a dispute between their respective chiefs. After all, this was a party venue. As long as no one unsheathed their metal, it's fair game.
Regardless, it ended in a stalemate as Thover jaw was broken. Halger on the other hand was nearly mangled on his right arm, but only by an inch.
The scene where two giants battled at one another is permanently etched in his mind. He wondered if he'll ever become as mighty as they are, since they're related to him. Looking at Kalfor, it does seem the case.
Of course, after staying in the village for sometime to coup, they had to head back to the Medved tribe. After all, they held respective positions in the village, so it could cause quite a commotion if left unchecked.
That's the rule of this land. Survival of the fittest. Thinking back, Reginald remember the cold tundra of the land. He thought the land was rather quite flourish with greens upon the ground. But from the description Garth provided, it was considered desolate.
As of matter of fact, he hasn't seen anyone tried to farm the land despite the cold. He could conclude that these people had no idea how to, or that it wasn't beneficial when there is already plenty of beast to hunt. However, judging by the books he'd seen, they were well made despite their covers eroded by time. He could see each page made from a durable material, as well as the leather covering that remains. Not to mention the contents provide a brief imagery of monster biographies.
The berries that Alice showed. Why does it still bother him? There must be something similar to the description, otherwise he wouldn't waste time trying to catalogue every cuisine for each character.
As he pondered, Garth brought a different book. It's that time of the day when Garth mentors Reginald.
"Little Reginald, this is the final book. I'll admit, though I enjoyed praising our ancestors knowledge, I couldn't understand a few characteristics, but one day we will delve into their secrets soon enough."
He opened the large textbook as he revealed the first page. It depicted a map that's surrounded by sketches of the sea. The right side of the land depicts mountains that stretch from the north to the south. On the left hand side, he see a dense green area. He wasn't sure if it supposed to represent the area density of forest, but it seemed to had a picture of a creature. South East across the water had an erased mark as well, but he could tell it was to depict land.
"Our ancestors sailed to these shores long ago. We had no idea why they decided to do so, but it has been nearly 500 years since." Garth then revealed the other pages. Most of them were torn from the page or scrubbed from existence.
"The person who founded the book was your great great grandfather, when he led an expedition deep into the forest. There was a folklore of an scholarly man who dwelled into the forest. When he walked from there, he felt as if he wasn't alone. I won't share anymore details about that, since your parents insist that they're saving it for your bedtime story, but what's before you may have been evidence of the once esteemed member of society, only to deranged to insanity." Garth closed the book.
"Master! I got the grover roots you asked for, can I go and play now?" Alice entered the hut with a closed basket.
"Oooo, I need those roots for my rituals. I'm sorry Reginald, I'll have to cancel our little class. I promised a lovely couple a blessed marriage."
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Late at night, Reginald remained awake as he sat on his cradle. Although his father snores was incredibly loud, it was minuscule to the pondering mind of his. Like a sharp scraping his skin, his memories keeps trying to delve deeper.
It was all too familiar for some reason.
He couldn't be in the island of Brigid, where it lay west of the Adrestian Empire.
He's not really in Daga, where it situated south east of the island.
He isn't exactly in south east of the Morfis deserts.
He's definitely not at east from the Almyra steppes.
And lastly, he isn't part of the Sreng warrior clans north of Faerghus.
What was the last land he forgotten?
'The berries.'
Reginald widen his eyes as he looked at the window. It's becomes clear now. The fact that the land was a frigid oasis, filled with exotic plants and animals, and was close enough to witness Sothis might was all the clues he needed to determine his location.
Albinea, north west between the Adrestian Empire and the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. In the game, there were only a few description of the land. The only liable information is the Albinea berries uses in black tea to make it taste more sweeter, as well as relaxing. Not to mention the fish off the coast between the lands.
Finally, after all this time, Reginald is in the land of Albinea.
A satisfied smile appeared his face. With glee, he rant in his mind towards the sky.
'HAHA! I DID IT, I KNOW WHERE I'M FROM!'
As he lavish in his accomplishment, he notice no one is here to praise him.
He felt a little embarrassed, given that he doesn't have an audience. The only person he could communicate with is the goddess who sent him to this world and her children.
'Ah, that's right. She said I can call Ilgiz, Cernunnos, and Salacia whenever I need them or something. But how?' Reginald thought.
He then remembered that he once prayed to the sky to summon Minerva, perhaps it's the same?
Thus, he simply laid down as he closed his eyes, thinking about one of the three deities. There wasn't a instruction about how to perform a summoning, but if it worked like last time, perhaps second time's a charm.
He felt a soft, shivering, warmth throughout his body.
"What the hell did you do?!" Ilgiz yelled as he shakes Reginald.
"EEEK! Brother, don't be rough with the baby!" Salacia screamed.
"Ow, lemme go!" Reginald cried as he tried to struggle.
"Ilgiz, look how low you've fallen." Cernnunos smirked.
"Look who's talking, d!ickhead! You do realize this little sh!t tried to summon all three of us at the same time!" Ilgiz remarked.
"I didn't do anything wrong!"
Salacia approached them as she laid her hand on Ilgiz shoulder.
"Brother, this child have no idea what he did wrong. Please be more lenient."
He scoffed as he dropped Reginald.
Reginald needed a moment to catch his breath as he looked around.
The entire space is mixed with the color of red, green, and blue, swirling all around without combining colors.
"I was going to ask you if I was in Albinea, but now I feel offended. Why did you do that to me?"
Ilgiz ignored him as he was still mad.
Cernnunos picked Reginald up as he explained.
"Well Reginald, you remember that time we bestow you our blessings."
Reginald showed his chest, revealing the mark of the Triarch Doire.
"Yes, that one. That crest is implied to both your body and your soul. It strains your body quite a lot if you use at least one of them. The consequences of overdosing will only result in the impurity of the soul. After all, you're still a child."
"But I'm fine, aren't I? I haven't gotten the gist of the gifts y'all gave me."
"Reginald, each of the crest represents our domain. What you did is basically firing all three of them at once. Not only that, but it messed with the natural order and the laws of magic, so it's the reason why this room is pretty messy. I wonder why you haven't died from the result."
Salacia then pointed at Reginald's chest.
"Ummm, Cernnunos? Isn't that mother's crest?"
All three of them looked at Reginald.
Of course, there were only three colors that are evenly positioned. Sometime they change position, which the top of the crest represents the wielder's will. However, there seem to be a bright crest glowing in the middle of his chest.
"Woah woah woah, where did you get that?" Ilgiz whistled.
"It's been a long time since I seen mother's crest." Cernnunos plainly stated.
"I think that's the reason why Reginald hasn't exploded yet." Salacia nodded.
Reginald felt uncomfortable once more as the three were basically looking at a naked baby.
"Can y'all quit it? I'm still here you know." Reginald crossed his arms as he looked unamused.
"Right, sorry." Cernnunos toss Reginald into the air.
Reginald gawked by his action.
"What the f%ck?!" He shut his eyes.
As Reginald felled to their head level, he stopped mid-air. Slowly, he opened them to see himself floating.
"A little warning please? You nearly scared me to death."
"You're in our domain. As if we let our little chosen one get hurt by a mere drop." Cernnunos shrugged.
"Alright, so am I in Albinea? That's what I want to ask." Reginald remembered.
"Albinea… huh, so these foreigners did change the name of the land as well. So much for being loyal worshipers." Ilgiz mocked.
"This is indeed Albinea, Reginald. Tell me, why did you want to ask that? Surely it's merely trivial to what we could do." Salacia asked.
"Well, is it really hard to believe that I just want some company?"
"Of course it is you little brat! Didn't you hear what he said? Each of the crest that we given you can only be use one at a time." Ilgiz was about to pull his ear when Cernnunos stepped in.
"Reginald, do you know what purpose our crest can do?"
Regina tilted his head.
"I see, it seems mother didn't inform you about it."
"As if she ever does." Ilgiz added.
"Isn't crest suppose to increase the user's strength? Like giving them talents that they never thought of having."
"That and more." Cernnunos said as he flicked his finger.
A bronze throne appeared from the floor as he sat down.
"This will take a while explaining, so just relax."