1443 Cutting a Mountain

Sunny remained silent for a while, looking at the blind girl with a strange expression. 

'Aletheia… of the Nine?'

The words sounded familiar. He had met a person with a similar name a long, long time ago. The young Awakened swordsman from his First Nightmare, the one whom he called Hero… the Spell had called him Auro of the Nine. 

Was it a coincidence, or something more? 

Sunny frowned. 

What did he really know about Hero?

Not much. Hero had been alive during the twilight of the Golden Age, not long before the Doom War started. He was a soldier of a militant empire which worshiped War God and had conquered many lands. He was a warrior of considerable skill and had already Awakened at his young age… 

Now that Sunny knew how long it took one to Awaken without the assistance of the Spell, that fact seemed even more impressive.