"The Dark Lord is not human," Queen Aurinda continued. "I am certain you already know this from the books that the South possesses."
"Yes. Since we were children, it was already known that the Dark Lord used to be a god."
"Now, the North has a different story," Queen Aurinda said as she looked at one of the consorts. "Please give me more tea, thank you."
"Different story?"
"One of these days, I will show you the precious paintings that were done by experts from the past. Those paintings possess some secrets that the south end of the continent refused to teach their children. I am certain that it would entice you to learn more about the history that the seven families wanted to bury."
"Aurinda…"
"Oh please, these are mere stories that we grew up with," Aurinda waved dismissively at the King as she snorted. "Stories can be true or false. It is up to the Duchess if she believes them."
