"Have you ever heard about the tales of the vast divine eras?"
A young, blue-haired man, seemingly in his early twenties, threw a question at the young lady sitting directly opposite him.
Hearing his question, the lady flinched, shaking her head slightly.
"No-no."
The man nodded, crossing his arms as he relaxed his back on the wooden seat. They were in a carriage, and the ride was a relatively smooth one. Only a few gallops shook them sometimes.
The young man had piercing blue eyes that complemented his blue hair which framed a handsome, gentlemanly face. And to crown it all, a sweet smile was on his lips.
"Of course you don't," he uttered. "How about I tell you the story? To relieve the boredom."
The young lady's eyes lit up, her cheeks flushing as she gazed at Maxwell. She gulped. Then nodded.
"Go on."
The young man, smiling, looked outside the window at his corner, spotting the dry, rugged land through which their carriage rolled.
He breathed in.
