sky city

" Victory, victory for the lord ! " The shouts of the crowd consisting of hundreds of young faces rose in front of a majestic white castle with huge smiles on their faces.

Lorad was among the huge crowd, shouting loudly as well, with a smile on his face, but if someone scrutinized his features with a little attention, he could easily tell that his smile was fake.

The echoes continued to get louder moment by moment. To be honest, this was hell for Ward. He was a very, very antisocial person. Despite his cheerful and optimistic personality in the past, he always stayed under the roof of his palace whenever he could. In the 18 years he had lived so far, all he had gained was one close friend. He wasn't close at the moment because he wasn't yet old enough to receive the gift.

It was not only raging in front of the castle, but it was raging inside Lorad's head as well.

Many questions kept running through his mind, but most of them he had no answers to. It was the gift that determined your role in society and your position in society. What is the reason for this strange matter What his father ordered him to do ? Baltimos was just a middle-class person. Everything he achieved now was thanks to his Class A talent, but it wasn't even close From his father to see his ability. " If you wanted to get rid of me, you should have asked me to leave. I'll gladly do it, but after you give me a little money, I don't want to be like the rats of the Western section."

The hell finally ended when two figures appeared on the balcony of the White Castle, a woman and a man. The woman had long white hair that reached her waist, covering her eyes with a white bandage, and with bright skin. She was wearing a long white dress that covered her entire body.

As for the man, he had short white hair, blue eyes, and a flawless face. He was also wearing a white uniform, but it was not a dress, of course. Rather, it was what looked like a military uniform because of the seven-star badge hanging on his shoulders.

The two watched the huge crowd below them calmly. This applies to the man at least. As for the woman, it is not possible to indicate exactly where she sees because of the bandage, if she sees at all.

Lorad, in turn, watched the scene carefully.

"She is truly the saint." A while ago, he was listening to a conversation between two people next to him about rumors that Saint Who would preside over the Ascension Council this time. He did not know how in lord's name they were able to obtain this information. Even he himself did not know this.

He had seen lorad the saint many times before, at the meetings his father used to hold at the palace. He wasn't sure if she would remember him or not, but at least it made him feel a little better.

" In this case I must be..."

The comfortable and cheerful feeling was shattered in an instant. Lorad felt an unnatural pain in his head, as if a hot iron rod had penetrated his brain.

"painful."

"What a pain."

"Not this again"

His weak gaze wandered and looked around and penetrated the crowd. Everyone else was normal. So why was this pain spreading in his head? He placed his right hand on his head, trying to maintain a calm composure, as if everything was fine right now.

Lorad knew what this was, but he did not have time to comprehend what was happening until a woman's voice reached his ears

" Thousands of years ago, in the Dark Age, when humanity was on the verge of annihilation due to those horrors that appeared out of nowhere ... " The saint stopped, seeming to make sure everyone was listening to her, but that wasn't really necessary as the entire crowd's gazes were already directed towards her.

Although her voice was not supposed to reach very far, its echo reached the people present, even in the last spot of the crowd, in an unnatural way, as she did not even raise her voice, but rather spoke in a very natural tone.

"The Lord blessed us with His mercy when He built this city for us and surrounded it with a great wall that would for protect us from the outside hell ... Despite the tragedies that the city has been exposed to from attempts to infiltrate it over the years, thousands of lives have been sacrificed for the continued safety of this city. The lord inspired them. In the darkest of circumstances, the luminous light in his heart illuminated their path and our path in order to protect this city, Sky city."

The shouts rose again ." victory, victory for the lord ". Lorad thoughts were terribly distracted. If someone had asked him now, he would not have been able to even form a single sentence.

He ignored everything the saint was saying now. This was nothing new to him or to any of the people residing in the last fortress of humanity, especially since he loved to stay in his home most of the time. He used to fill that free time with learning and studying about the history of sky city and how it was founded.

But none of what he learned made any sense now. He was trying to resist the headache, which he considered more important than what the saint was reciting at that moment.

It can be considered that headaches were his companion, as they had not left him since he was born. This was one of the reasons for his love of being alone all the time. Therefore, he knew many ways to calm himself, and he had already begun to do them.

As time passed, the saint continued to talk about the city and glorify the Lord.

The pain also seemed to disappear slowly and gradually until it disappeared completely, as if there had not been a knife or metal rod penetrating Lorad's head moments before.

" Ugh " Lorad thought internally, cursing his luck in everything . This damned headache only decided to come to him now . He couldn't wait a day or two . " This day is going to be even worse than it was." He was very angry, but he didn't show it on his face.