Damian Blacksun [3]

Damian stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the sunlit floorboards beneath his boots.

He knew his little sister was right. Deep down, he had asked himself that exact same question a hundred times over the past few weeks.

In the cold, unforgiving Northern Continent, they truly had nothing.

They possessed no land to call their own, no ancestral property, and no family backing.

Their parents had perished years ago during a localized beast surge, leaving them as two helpless orphans struggling to survive on the fringes of civilization.

So why couldn't he simply walk up to the gates of Heaven's Net Castle and offer his sword to the new Viscount?

Was it his foolish pride as a young, self-made Ranker refusing to bow to noble blood?

Was it because he harbored grand, unreachable dreams of exploring the wild continents as a free blade?