Warlock Apprentice

The busy and prosperous Yothur City had fallen asleep at night.

The Sunken Street was an old and mostly abandoned route too close to the slum area, which had poor security and reputation. Few people would come to this place during the bright day, let alone in the middle of the night.

A horse-pulled carriage with delicate decoration suddenly showed up here and broke the silence.

Its arrival soon attracted many pairs of coveting eyes hidden in the dark corners, but they all looked away when they saw the emblem printed on the vehicle, which showed a coastal cape and a hovering moon. The emblem stood for the mayor of the city, which also signified the importance of the carriage.

The driver was a young man wearing a glossy nobleman’s robe. Upon sensing the evil wills directed at him, he simply humphed and kept driving.

“I apologize for this, Mister Padt,” Neet spoke to Angor inside the vehicle. “I came from the Anrum Monarchy, the mother country of Aureum. But for some historical reasons, our titles are not recognized here, so I have to find Charles for help. Charles is a friend of mine when I was studying at the academy. He’s second to none when it comes to finding other nobles.”

The young driver poked his head into the cabin. “Leave it to me, sir wizard! Nobody in Yothur City can refuse us when we Manson Family want to talk to them.”

It seemed common citizens in Aureum weren’t allowed to openly talk about history at all. This was why Angor had to seek help from the nobility.

“Which one do you think is real, Professor Gurman?” asked Angor.

He didn’t mean this question because he thought a scholar like Gurman would deny the legend and support the other without a second thought.

But it wasn’t the case.

“I cannot tell, sir wizard. They can be both correct, or both inaccurate.”

“It makes sense if both of them were forged… but can they be true at the same time?” Angor asked.

“It’s likely. Nayah the Charmer has given up her life to the sea, while her twin sister, Nayah the Cruel, impersonated her, which is the second part of the story.”

Angor nodded—this was almost what he inferred back then.

“I also know about an unofficial part of the story,” Gurman continued. “Nayah truly existed in history. Before she got married and became a viscountess, she was well known for her kind nature and generous deeds. However, after marrying the viscount, she suddenly changed into a completely different character.

“I… don’t think people can change so drastically and in such a strange way, so I’d believe that the more common story is true, that her sister replaced her.”

Angor nodded. “The third story might be off, but it can help us prove the connection between the other two.”

Gurman carefully searched his mind for any other clues about Nayah so that he could please the mighty wizard in front of him. But he was startled a bit when Angor suddenly changed the subject.

“Let’s put Nayah’s matter aside. Have you heard of Lucas, Professor Gurman?”

“Lucas? Again…”