章節 46: What in the conspiratory stuff is this flag?

"Royalty?" it was such an unexpected inquiry that I stopped walking altogether. Where did that even come from? "No, I don't think I'm even qualified as a proper commoner..."

Valmeier was an orphan, and in that kingdom, orphans usually ended up in slavery—someone positioned below even the lowest commoner. He was just lucky to get picked up by a priest in need of a successor.

"Ah, not the human part, Young Master," Doun shook his hand. "I mean your druid's bloodline."

Now that—I knew that even less. Not even Valmeier knew where he came from. Who was his parents, and where did the priest pick him up. So naturally, I had no idea either.

"I don't even know who my parents are, but..." I kind of smelled something suspicious here. What was it...a flag? Yeah, smelled like a flag. "Why do you think I have royal blood?"