After Ophelia finished telling the miraculous tale of the Giant's Sword, she kept her eyes fixed on Eric, whom she saw as her "prince," eagerly awaiting his reaction.
"Is that all?" Eric sighed. "I'm sorry, but I'm not the person you're looking for."
Ophelia was taken aback, flustered as she replied respectfully, "That's all."
Eric shook his head. "Perhaps you've never heard the stories of the Danish royal lineage, but I can assure you, I have no connection whatsoever to the rightful heirs of the old King of Gorm. Only they can effortlessly wield the Giant's Sword and access its memories in full."
Seeing Ophelia's earnest expression, Eric found himself inwardly amused.
To Ophelia's understanding, he must be undeniably the rightful heir to the Danish throne. However, Eric knew better; he and the old King of Gorm were worlds apart. Must he now claim some mysterious foreign ancestor?