It really was strange.
During the trial, Elion had known him as a young prince with a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. And despite that, there had still been a certain naivety to him.
The man on the screen had none of that.
He had lived an entire life that neither Elion nor Isla knew anything about.
The fact made him think... There was no account of some heroes fighting in the war against the demons in this war, so... how exactly had the war ended?
Of course, he already knew that Saints who led each of the races had defeated the Demon King in battle, but that was what the history books had said.
And if Elion knew anything, it was not all things they were led to believe were actually true...
Elion sighed...
'I'm overthinking again... That's not my problem to worry about right now.'
"Even if he doesn't remember you," Elion said, giving Isla's head another gentle pat, "we can still talk to him."
Isla looked up at him.
"Really?"
