The sun slowly rose behind the silver clouds, and a cool breeze swirled among the trees in the garden. Ron walked into the garden with slow steps, and Rice stood beside him.

— "Where are you planning to go, sir?"

Ron fixed his gaze on the trees and quietly said:

— "I want to go to the garden… it gives me a good feeling."

Rice smiled.

— "Alright, I’ll come with you."

A few minutes later, when they reached a part of the garden where the shadows of the trees fell upon the grass, Rice said:

— "You stay here, I’ll be right back."

Ron sat on the grass, pulled his knees to his chest, and looked up at the sky. The scent of damp earth and flowers, wet from last night’s rain, filled the air.

Moments later, the sound of familiar footsteps returned. Rice approached with arms full of books.

Ron looked at him with surprise:

— "What are those?"

Rice smiled and placed the books on the ground:

— "Books. History books. Didn’t I say I wanted to teach you about this world?"

Ron stared at the thick leather-bound books and asked:

— "Where are you going to start?"

Rice picked up the first book and said:

— "Let’s start with the country you're currently in… Tharon. The kingdom of Tharon has been ruled for generations by the House of Karth. The place you’re in now—this castle—is known as the Northern Castle or the Guardian’s Fortress. It protects the northern borders of the country."

Ron nodded.

— "So… does Garth Karth rule this land?"

Rice’s smile faded a bit.

— "That’s a good question… no. Garth Karth is the emperor’s brother—the brother of the current king. Due to his experience and skill, he was sent years ago to this castle to protect the northern borders, and he’s been in charge here ever since. After him, his eldest daughter, Viria Karth, became the heir of the castle."

Ron lowered his head.

— "Then… am I part of the Karth family too?"

Rice looked into his eyes and said calmly and seriously:

— "No, sir. You belong to the royal house of Virlan."

Ron’s eyes widened.

— "The royal house of Virlan?"

Rice began flipping through the next book with composure and said:

— "Let me explain more clearly… There is a land called Saravel, ruled for generations by the royal family of Virlan. You… are the fourth prince of that land."

Ron froze.

— "But… if I’m a prince, then why am I here?"

Rice closed the book, sighed, and said:

— "That’s another long story, sir… I’ll tell you everything."

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