Albert was finally sated. He looked at the two rune stones that Amos was showing them. A farm and a mine. They wouldn't need to forage for their food.
But what if they could give away the food to those in need?
Valentius needed to be known as a kind and gentle creature—someone who cared for the poor, eased the worries of the doomed, and punished the wicked.
"Valentius, can you please hide your tail?" Albert didn't want the embrace to end. It was friendly, cold, but honest.
Nagas were mobs. Albert didn't want to ask Valentius how a Nightshade woman had produced a Naga boy. He had always assumed that Valentius' parents were both Nightshades.
But it all made sense now.
They were herbalists. And why shouldn't they be? Nagas were nature spirits—both water and earth elementals.
With the Nightshade heritage came a fire affinity. The Archdemons had painted the old legionaries as fire demons when they had come out from the depths of the earth.
From the ocean. From dark ravines.
