It had been six years. At some point in time, the prince had grown to not hate his current way of living: away from conflicts and conspiracies, death and bloodshed.
He had been attending classes, training, reading, playing chess, relaxing, and put under curfew...
He was surrounded by Wya, Ralf, Aida, Lisban, Nicholas, Justin, Ginghes… and that girl.
But Thales knew—a small voice in the depth of his heart had been reminding him of one thing, and it became clearer since Putray's visit—that his current peace would not last long, considering his fate of constantly experiencing hardships.
Destiny would not show a sign of good faith for no apparent reason. Accidents often occurred without warning.
'For example…'
The prince sighed and flipped open "The Light of Humanity: The Beginning and End of the Temple of Knights". He took out a familiar blue invitation.
Thales looked at the beautiful cursive writing on it; there were only three words.
