Prince Logan allowed Mitra to continue concealing his true appearance. He had no desire to throw the entire fleet into confusion with the sudden appearance of a draconian.
“You’re surprisingly accepting of another race. Aren’t you also a Holy Knight who believes in the Lord God?”
At Mitra’s question, the corners of Logan’s eyes curved faintly.
“The existence of other races doesn’t feel particularly unfamiliar to me. There were once archaeologists in Ortona who specialized almost exclusively in studying traces left by other races.”
“…Ortona?”
“That’s right. And other races appear frequently in Ortonan classical literature as well. I mean those exquisite works of fantasy literature set in the age of the Three Ancient Dragons.”
“…….”
Even so, aren’t you an imperial citizen?
Even if some remnants of the fallen nation’s cultural heritage survived, surely they would all have been designated forbidden books long ago. So how in the world…….
The question naturally occurred to Mitra, but he did not make the mistake of voicing it lightly. There was something strangely sorrowful about the way Prince Logan spoke so calmly.
The years and sadness dwelling in the eyes of that solemn boy might, perhaps, run deeper and heavier than even Mitra’s own. Because of that, Mitra had unconsciously begun treating…