Spirit Conductor Prologue

“Shira Yashura… I’ve been waiting for a long time to name my son by this name,” said the man.

“He’s handsome. Just like you, Jhuju,” the woman smiled weakly.

“Yes, yes. His karmic luck couldn’t be read at all. Just like I thought before. In the future, he will become a strong-willed warrior to fight for his own destiny.”

The man and his wife fall silence.

It was a tender night, and the wind blowing gently through the open window. Pale light from the candles lit faintly in the bedroom, warmly fell upon a healthy little baby’s face. He yawned comfortably. Then slept once again into his father’s embrace.

“I don’t have any regret,” the mother said. But she can’t hide the sorrow on her face.

“I know. You’re a mother now. Please keep smiling, for our baby’s sake.”

The beautiful woman sighing.

“Did you decided? Would you return after this?”

“…”

“Linlin…”

“The destiny was eternally cruel. If the prophecy you told that day was true, then, n.o.body can learn about this child. No one can ever know this child will becom…”

“Stupid wifey, don’t overthink that matter today. You just gave birth to this handsome little dumpling. Now, kiss our baby’s good-looking face. You’d feel be better.”

The woman sighing once again. And the child yawning happily once again too. The little family of three felt content.

The day after that, entire Yashura Family held a big festive to welcome the baby to their big family. Whether young and old from the main or branch families, everyone was present. Except for his mother.

She disappears from that day onward.

Tiramikal Continent.

Her story could be told way back thousands of years ago. The once beautiful verdant green-land was rapidly changing when a great war greatly rampaging back then. Baptism of blood plague all over the land, converting dozens million of lush forests into a hopeless golden dry barren ground.

The great war said above, was a sorrowful history for people of Tiramikal Continent. It was said some sudden-rise-to-fame great but mad general led the b.l.o.o.d.y campaign against the heaven, mindlessly killing heroes and G.o.ds alike, until one day he was a.s.sa.s.sinated by an alliance of enemies and traitor from his own ranks.

What happens next was people inspired by his great and brave persona—or madness and brutality if one saw him from another perspective. Thus, survivors of great battle agreed to refer their wrecked land by his last name: Tiramikal.

There still some good lands, of course. But in Tiramikal Continent, the small portion of green grounds was monopolized by the aristocracy. Naturally, this led the dividing cla.s.ses amongst people arose. The best land was occupied by grand factions. Be it the strongest faction or greatest clan or even, royal family to establish capitals for their respective kingdom.

Because of that, human villages was ranked first, second, and third judged by their economic and political power.

Badril Village, an ordinary place where the household of Yashura lived, was ranked third hundreds of years ago.