“Give the boy Lakna. He won the Sword Festival, so he deserves the title of Great Warrior. Besides, it seems the other chiefs have already given their hearts to him,” said Alteman, gesturing behind himself. 0

Through the gaps in the tent behind the cave, they could see that all the chief had fallen silent, waiting in front of the entrance.0

“As the boy said, it’s the duty of the elders to accept what needs to be accepted.”0

At Alteman’s words, the elders reluctantly nodded. Soon, one of them tapped on the stone wall inside the cave, and a long brick slid out.0

Gr-r-r-r...0

In his past life, when the line of Great Warriors had ended, Karyl had never even seen this relic of the immigrant tribes. Even during his childhood, when he lived among the immigrant tribes, the existence of Lakna had always been uncertain. 0

But now, that elusive relic was right before his eyes. 0

...This is Lakna?0

Karyl looked at the item the elder had retrieved from the hidden chest behind the stone wall, his expression filled with mild confusion.0

“This is an ancient...0