His gaze shifted nervously, locking eyes with Caesar. The hues of hazel and blue held contempt. He wondered if the Keodm would have mercy and give him a clue.

His eyes shifted to the Enchridrion that sat majestically on the pedestal. Its pages were split open right down the middle, welcoming anyone who passed by to read its contents. 

“Come on boy, this is kiddy knowledge! Haven't you expired the map of Fatima?” Caesar’s foot tapped impatiently on the floor, his frustration mounting. 

“O–” Asher was about to before it dawned on him, “Obos” he blurted out. He felt a surge of his father's teachings rushing through him, fueling his answer. “Obos is a protected city nestled within the Red Sea. It serves as a sanctuary for travelers and Sagehearts who are not familiar with the country. It is highly recommended that one visits Obos to acquire protective gear, especially since it is close to the July Harbor.” 

Caesar’s smug expression faltered slightly. “Hmph, correct.” he reluctantly scoffed, “Now for the final question: What title is bestowed upon the ruler of the Brearis Kingdom?” A mischievous smirk played on his lips. 

“Oh! That's not a difficult question,” Asher replied, “The Immortal Rose.” 

Caesar’s smile vanished, replaced with a mixture of astonishment and frustration. “How did you come to know that!?” his voice rose with incredulity. “The Brearis Kingdom is notorious for guarding its secrets and restricting information from the other Nine Kingdoms. Not even the ruler's name is known publically, let alone their title!” 

“Because his father taught him,” a soothing voice interjected, drawing their attention. A tall woman with ebony skin and black shoulder-length waves approached Asher.

She donned a figure-hugging, long-sleeved dress with puffy arms, accented by golden trims that framed her exposed chest. A black choker, crafted from the same silky material graced her neck, showcasing a golden charm. Perched upon her head was a large, elegant black hat. Her piercing silver eyes locked into Caesar’s browns. 

“Sheshpø̄k!” Caesar gasped, taking a step back. The woman rested her hands– slender with golden rings– on Asher's shoulders. He glanced up, a broad grin spreading across his face. 

“Afternoon, Mom,” he greeted, feeling the rush of relief flow through his body.