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Bilker and his mother used to live off wild herbs, just the two of them. Ulgaro, who was a god who blessed war and hunting, did them no good. Naturally, the mother and son turned to the newly emerging god, Lou. The Sun God Lou, who promised a peaceful afterlife without one having to fight to earn it, was salvation for the northerners who were not warriors.
'My mother never told me I was Mijorn's grandson.'
It was an obvious precaution to take. Mijorn's bloodline was a thorn to the empire. There were actually several cases of Mijorn's children and grandchildren being captured and executed by the imperial army.
'She didn’t raise me as a warrior either.'
His mother never entrusted him to other warriors, either. She knew early on that Bilker's personality didn't suit that of a warrior.
Bilker shared his story with Krika as they walked.
"If you miss your mother so much, why don’t you just go see her?"
Krika sighed, puffing white breath into the air.
"She probably passed away already. By the time I left, her illness was already showing up on her face," Bilker said, rubbing his eyes.
Krika pulled out some cake made of potato.
"Here, have some of this. It'll give you strength."
Bilker’s appetite came back upon...
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