If she had not chosen to fight wars for years instead of preparing to rule, she could have easily become the queen. To Damian, she was Eldoris. He had never met her mother—she was still alive, living somewhere in eastern Eldoris in a quiet village, or so he had heard. Was she like Vidalia? Or was she like the current queen?
Well, he couldn't wait for Reize or his other friends to grow up, become powerful, and collect as many words as she had. He could accelerate their growth, but that was still far off. Right now, she was the perfect partner to create spells with.
His dream of making big runic devices and machinery in a small spatial space—a big room separated from this world in another dimension or whatever it was, which he could access with a small accessory—would take decades to realize. But he needed it now to truly miniaturize and secure the artificial mana core.
