To the north of the Sunset Desert lies the Northern Continent, where knowledge is most active yet chaotic. Among the fifty powers near the Five Great Lakes is a small country called the Lake Light Kingdom.
On the surface, it seems no different from an ordinary human realm. Mortals live in confusion, are born, grow old, get sick, and die, never venturing beyond their own villages or towns in their lifetimes.
However, ninety-nine percent of the people do not know that this place is not truly a human kingdom, but merely a vast human farm nurtured by activated knowledge.
In a lavishly decorated room within the Royal Palace.
A handsome young man, who seems to be the Prince of this country and holds the Order of a Fourth Order Mythical Creature, is quietly reading a book.
At the very moment when the [Lake Light Knight] Lancelot was pierced by the Sword in the Stone and utterly perished.
Woosh!
