บท 1245: Palarin Race

"Every Palarin is born with a natal treasure."

In a quiet pavilion by a pink water lake with a purple flower riverbed, the prince of Pala Kingdom revealed his reasons.

"A sword, a shield, a rope, an orb—it could be anything. It's like a second heart, right from birth and usually perishes with you upon your death. If you're really talented, it could become a very, very powerful weapon."

The gentle breeze brushed the moist tips of the grass blades and blew over the despondent prince.

Taking in the chilly air at the wake of dawn to calm his agitated heart, Baldur continued. "At least, that's how the story is supposed to go. Not everyone palarin is born that way.

Maybe it's because the ones that created our race were divine rankers, not gods. We aren't the way we're supposed to be. There are a lot of us who simply fall short of having a natal treasure, much less growing it to a higher state."