The Story of the Empire Beyond the Border

Meanwhile.

In another group in the lecture hall, the founding myth of the Western Kingdom of Slokina was being discussed in full swing.

The speaker was Rainer Roider, the West’s de facto power broker, while Prince Camill, the West’s true representative, sat quietly beside him, listening to Rainer’s story.

“In Slokina, we never tell this founding myth at night, when it’s dark and children are going to bed.”

Unlike his usual pathetic self, Rainer’s voice was unusually serious and solemn.

“We only tell it to children in broad daylight, with the windows wide open and the room filled with dazzling sunlight.”

“Why’s that?”

When a student from another region asked, Rainer answered.

“In the past, Slokina was always a land shrouded in dense, sluggish sea fog drifting in from the rough ocean. Even on the day the Moon Behind the Moon fell, the fog was so thick that our Western knights couldn’t even see the sky tear open and the Gates appear.”

Rainer clenched both fists tightly...