Prologue

Nine hundred years ago, in a floating castle somewhere on the Clorius continent, Azael sat on his throne, looking at a mirror in his hand.

It was called the Oracle Mirror and was one of the god-rank artifacts that his parents had given him before they fled to the Clorius continent due to the invasion of the primeval god. Not long after, a middle-aged man entered the throne hall and knelt before Azael.

"How was your investigation, Aghares?" Azael asked in a dignified voice.

"My investigation is going well, Your Highness Prince Azael. A few days ago, Princess Azalia met a boy in the Imperial capital of Adrienne. They argue in front of a stall over a book…" Aghares explained, but his words were interrupted by Azael.