"We were ecstatic, over the moon."
Kaslan coughed, and like a normal old man, reminisced about the olden days. "We, a group of guys, including Little Lisban, shared the same ambition. We were sick of the feud between families and territories. That was how it began."
Kaslan gazed at the stone pillar Nicholas was leaning against. His tone of voice was grievous. "You can't possibly imagine, for Eckstedt, what had we been through all these years by Nuven's side."
Nicholas raised his head and instinctively looked at the ceiling.
