The monsters beyond the wall feared the north.
They said that a terrible wasteland stretched out there, where even monsters couldn’t endure.
And ruling over that place was the master of the north.
Many strong warriors had bravely gone north but none returned. No news was ever heard from them again.
The nymph decided to fight against the master of the north. Which meant the same as preparing for death.
━I don’t know. Perhaps the master of the north possessed something that could cure the illness. We didn’t even have time to stop her.
The nymph ventured further north.
That was the last anyone saw of her.
Some said they saw her bathing in a nearby stream. Other birds said they spotted her near the ruined city of the north.
Though, no one knew if these stories were true.
It was similar to the story I heard from the ogre Dordor.
There had been a powerful forest master who ruled over all the forests, but fell in the challenge against the master of the north. In fact, I could already guess how this story would end....
But I had a question.
“Then, what happened to the child?”
Surely, she didn’t take the child with her when she fought the master of the north. That would mean the child had been left behind.
The old wolf Tasagan gazed silently into the air before speaking.
━At that time, the forest was undergoing many changes. It would have been difficult for a half-fairy who was still too young to take care of himself to survive.
But he did survive.
That’s why I’m here.
Summing it all up, it seems that this guy wasn’t completely abandoned. Was it a severe illness? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his mana circuit was burned with Jeoksangari?
Red mana flows thickly in the blood of Angmar.
I’d heard that it threatened the health of any human vessel. This body was said to have mana levels far exceeding the average Angmar. Even higher than Solomon’s.
The intense mana would’ve been too much for a young child to bear.
Perhaps the nymph realized this and burned the mana circuit to heal the illness.... Even if it didn’t cure him, it would have prolonged his life.
The puzzle pieces were falling into place, one by one.
I felt a sense of clarity and even a bit of emotion.
This body wasn’t abandoned out of cruelty.
Rather, it was quite the opposite.
He was alone because he received so much love. A love enough to risk one’s life for their child.
Could I ever do something like that?
Would I be able to do the same for my child...?
As that thought crossed my mind, I felt my heart lighten.
Of course, there were still some unanswered questions. This body had been found as bandit loot and was sold in the slave market.
How did that happen?
That one missing piece felt slightly unsettling. But even when I asked, the white wolf Tasagan said she didn’t know anything about it. And there was no one else who might.
Which meant there was no need to stay here any longer.
* * *
We decided to head to the eastern wall.
Stella, for her part, expressed a small hint of regret.
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