It all began when I found the ancestral elf in the basement.
Something is wrong with this world.
Ever since the Earth Mother created it, bloodlines have determined the limits every race can reach.
That's why everyone longs for a noble bloodline.
And I, Vincent, was born with noble blood.
So noble that my aunt, the queen of the kingdom, my mentor, the kingdom's Sword Saint, and my liege lord, a widowed countess, all want to keep me bound in their generous embrace.
Even the crown princess of the greatest human empire and the high priestess of the Alice Goddess Church desire me.
A dragon lady a thousand years old, a godkin ten thousand years old.
"So, even after all that, are you still willing to travel with me?" The little boy looked at the ancestral elf before him.
"Of course."
A powerful embrace came rushing toward him.
Seriously, I'm not kidding. It was so powerful, I almost drowned in it.
P.S. It's a story about a little boy and lots and lots of big sisters.
