Capítulo 290: The Art Of Language

Northern gazed at the young king before him. Ulzred's eyes sparkled with curiosity and eagerness.

The boy's enthusiasm was almost tangible.

"Language is much like swordplay," Northern began, his voice calm and measured. "Both require grace, practice, and a deep understanding of subtle movements. Today, we start a new journey."

As Northern spoke, he realized that his what he had just said again deepened his understanding of swordplay.

Ulzred's youthful face tightened in concentration. "Will it be hard?"

Northern chuckled softly. "Not as hard as it seems, if you listen closely and trust in your own abilities."

He motioned for Ulzred to sit on a nearby flat stone, its surface smoothed by time. The boy king settled down, his eyes fixed on Northern.

Northern paced slowly in front of him, choosing his words carefully.