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He kneeled on the snow. The burning cold was reddening both his toes and fingers, but it didn't compare to the anger he was feeling at the moment. Such anger could be noticed in his expression, which even seemed animalistic, as well as in the tears streaming down his face.

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When he opened his eyes, all he could see was an old, wooden ceiling. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head.

"Oh! I'm glad you're awake!"

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"I swear! I'm coming back alive!"

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On August 17th 1788, Austria, a new boy is born, this boy would bring a huge change with him.
The novel "The Bringer of Light" will revolve around quarrels of powerful noble families, political matters, strategic discussions, the real human condition where good and bad people don't truly exist, and much more.

That boy is a prodigy child, having deep insight ever since his birth. One day, something terrible happens to him, which makes him have the goal of bringing light to this world.

The main point of this book is following him on his journey to fulfill that task. He goes through a lot of internal struggles such as: Is it really possible to achieve such a thing? Is what I'm trying to do even the right choice?

The Bringer of Light

Lukas couldn't keep his calm expression in that moment. It was too much for him. Simply too much for him to bear.

Lukas clenched his trousers under the table, trying to find any solution he could to solve this problem, however, nothing came to his mind.

Meanwhile, Erik, noticing Lukas's state, showed a slight smile. "However, I must admit that I do not desire your death," he said.

Lukas slowly his eyes upwards to face Erik. Of course he already knew it. It would be pointless for them to execute Lukas right now. After all, the Von Neumann house didn't have any other male heir, and Franz needed him for the war.

Franz nodded his head. "I feel the same too," he said. "And that is why I called the Holy Father here," the king added, gesturing towards Pius.

Lukas slowly turned his head towards Pius. "...Huh?" he asked.

Little Child With A Crown