"Hm?"
Immediately the royals frowned, looking at the strange insignia on the flute in Leon's hand.
The Lokian faction was created some time during Gaia's rule, when an old friend, quite similar in status to the dark emperor Cassius, joined the ice kingdom as an imperial advisor.
At that time, he had taken in a lot of disciples, not caring for blood or lineage.
However, this man's nature had always been unstable, imparting crazy principles and bizarre skills and magic to those under him, only for him to suddenly leave.
This man was called Loki.
The godfather of the Lokian faction.
And the harbinger of the worst tragedy to befall the kingdom.
The whispers around the arena shifted instantly.
A few of the older nobles exchanged glances, their faces tightening.
Some of them had lived through it. The Loki years.
"Don't make a move."
