🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Actually, no, I haven't forgotten – that dragon wasn't there that day, haha! The thing is, I have some regret that I didn't get to see the Elysian dragons converted into undead, so I have to compensate for this lack with my imagination. By the way, who knows – maybe everything I just told you is nothing more than a fictional story or a product of an unhealthy imagination, and in reality, this Netherian company wasn't so colorful, hmm? Unfortunately, in this world, you can only fully trust your own eyes and the voice of your own mind – and even then, not always. - The artist smiled, either sadly or mysteriously. - Absolutely – thanks to Welfern, Netheria was destroyed, and its territories were divided among the former provinces of the empire – the Scrims, Willia, and Ren. I suppose that the characters depicted here shared the fate of their homeland.

Asmidul was, of course, a more educated man than the average Asugukh wanderer, but he could only imagine Elysian dragons, Akonian apostles, and moon goddesses as ephemeral fairytale characters – deciding that perhaps it was for the best.

– Fiction or not, I couldn't have imagined that I would feel a little pity for the twice-deceased Netherians! Although, of course, that's silly: they probably wouldn't feel the same emotion for a fleshy sack. - After pausing his gaze on the ominous black knight, he finally looks away from the painting. - And thank you for the advice! I will definitely remember it in my future travels. After all, having gone through such a life path, and then being able to enjoy creative peace in your memories, is definitely something to emulate. - After a moment of hesitation, he decides to ask: - Hmm, excuse me for another question, Ais, but have you ever been acquainted with our king?