"...…So, you really are...…my ancestor?"
Clutching her chest, feeling the faint pulsation of the mark, Olaya couldn't help but believe it now; this emblem was one every descendant who inherited the Hero's bloodline possessed, and one could sense the others' presence with focus. The man in the black robe had always been by the King's side, so Olaya had always assumed it was merely her father's resonance, but now...…
"Indeed, I am that idiot who transformed Luminas from a mere small nation into what it is today."
The man uttered a cold snort without care and then looked towards Olaya.
"To be honest, I thought my descendants were long extinct by now. Why do you strive so hard?"
"...…I, I don't understand...…"
Olaya was also baffled at this moment, the shock too great, leaving her somewhat unable to recover.