Sumeria's Queen, Princess and the Orc

"There's no record of Vladimir?" Lydia turned, and her dilated pupils revealed her dilemma.

What had Demeter put her into? How was she supposed to find nobody among the millions that lived in the kingdom?

"He's unknown. But I'd assume you'll meet him soon. The immortals have a different way of thinking; I'm sure you would meet this Vladimir."

"Oh? That would be for the best, then." With those words, Lydia left the hall. Walking through the corridor, she clenched her fist as time slowly ran out.

'Demeter, what are you playing at? Who is this man and who dares give that name to their child after Thorn's era?'

It was none of her problem, for the Great Sun Empire would not be lenient. For some reason, they despised everything about their once-beloved prince.

She approached a large golden door and the guards opened it without asking for permission from the person who resided inside.