As Gabriel settled into his seat, the guild master began his narration, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom and experience.
"Young Gabriel, permit me to take you upon a journey through the five great kingdoms," the guild master began, his eyes reflecting the rich history of these lands. "Each kingdom holds a unique station of power and influence in this world."
He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "First, let us speak of the Clan of Mikagetsu in the east. This realm, famed for its disciplined warriors and strategic minds, commands great respect. The people of Mikagetsu are skilled in both combat and diplomacy, ensuring their place as a formidable force. Their leaders are wise and honourable, oft employing their deep understanding of strategy to outmaneuver their foes. At present, the elders guide the Clan, for the head of the land passed not long ago. All await the young lady's coming of age, when she shall assume her rightful place. The kingdom's strength lies in its unity and the unwavering loyalty of its citizens."
Gabriel inclined his head, his voice calm and assured.
"Indeed. Their discipline speaks volumes. Please, continue."
The guild master nodded. "Next, we have the Valtarion Kingdom in the cold north. This land is a marvel of technological prowess and innovation. The Valtarian royal family are pioneers in engineering and invention, creating advanced machinery and structures that grant them great advantage. Their military is equipped with powerful devices and weapons, making them a force most formidable. The capital, Arcturus, is a bustling hub of knowledge and progress, a symbol of their relentless pursuit of advancement."
Lowell's ears perked with curiosity. "Good heavens… such wonders of invention. I should dearly like to see them one day."
"Now, let me tell you of the Kemet Dominion in the south," the guild master said, his voice tinged with reverence. "This kingdom is shrouded in mystery and ancient wisdom. The people of Kemet possess profound understanding of the world and its secrets, granting them unparalleled insight and power. Their dominion was built upon a vast desert. Their leaders are revered as wise and enigmatic, wielding influence both politically and magically. The grand pyramids and majestic temples of Kemet stand as testament to their enduring legacy and strength."
Gabriel's fingers tapped lightly upon the table as he said.
"A land steeped in mystery. Most assuredly, their wisdom must run deep."
The guild master paused before moving on. "Finally, we come to the most powerful of them all — the Arcanis Empire of the west. This empire is vast and prosperous, with unmatched wealth and military might. Its influence extends across the continent, making it dominant in both political and economic arenas. The emperor rules with a union of wisdom and strength, ensuring the empire's continued prosperity. This is also because they received the fortune and blessing of Monarch Ignis, the most powerful of them."
Gabriel's gaze drifted to the window, where swordsmen traversed the streets and carriages rolled endlessly past. Posters hung upon the walls, and the air buzzed with anticipation.
"It seems a grand event is soon to take place," he observed evenly.
The guild master followed his gaze and nodded. "Indeed. The Grand Ceremony is but a few months away."
Lowell, setting down his fork, asked, "The Grand Ceremony?"
"Yes," the guild master explained. "Any may attend and watch, yet it is no tournament. This ceremony is held by the empire's church to bless and protect the young royals and chosen children of the academy. It is a sacred event wherein the Monarchs who once shaped this world bestow their favour upon those deemed worthy."
Gabriel leaned back slightly, his tone calm but intent.
"A sacred rite, then. Please tell, what more does it signify?"
The guild master's expression grew grave. "Beware, Gabriel. The royal families do not rely upon their kingdoms for influence or power. They have ever produced the most powerful of heroes. These families are said to be direct descendants of those very heroes who once stood before the Monarchs themselves."
Lowell frowned. "So this ceremony is more than mere tradition?"
"Much more," the guild master confirmed. "It is a declaration of divine favour. Those blessed are said to be guided by fate itself, their paths entwined with the destiny of the empire."
He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Each autumn, the five kingdoms gather to witness this sacred event, reaffirming their unity and alliance. And among those chosen, one name ever stands above the rest — His Highness, Prince Kieran Ashbourne."
The guild master spoke with pride. "It is said he bears a cold and detached manner, yet his strength is undeniable. Many masters have sought to challenge him, but none have prevailed. His technique is unlike any seen before. He is the first in over a thousand years to wield such power — the ability to command light itself."