However On the other hand, the second daughter reacted differently, She had been watching quietly from the moment Tyler entered, her bright, clear eyes, so different from her sister’s sharpness, softened slightly.When Tyler stepped a little closer, the second daughter—gentle and kind-hearted—nodded politely at him, It was a small, encouraging gesture.Not a grand welcome, not a dramatic acceptance, Just a simple, human, acknowledgment.Tyler noticed, But he said nothing.His focus stayed where it needed to be, On the king.The elder, seeing Tyler’s determined gaze, cleared his throat and spoke again.“My name is Edda,” he said calmly, introducing himself formally, even though Tyler hadn’t asked.He gestured slightly toward the king’s frail body.“I believe you already know the reward that awaits,” Edda continued. “If you are able to heal the king... everything has been promised to you.”His voice was steady, his words clear, but his eyes stayed fixed on Tyler, searching, weighing it

The king’s words echoed loudly across the chamber, sealing a promise that none could challenge.The weight of his declaration settled heavily in the room, and all eyes instinctively shifted toward Tyler, awaiting his choice.However, before Tyler could speak, a sharp movement caught everyone's attention.The first daughter’s face twisted ever so slightly, unable to hide the sheer disgust simmering inside her.Even though she kept her chin high, and her handkerchief still pressed delicately against her nose, the disdain in her eyes spoke louder than any words.To her, Tyler was still nothing more than a filthy commoner, a man born from dirt, who didn’t deserve to walk the same halls she graced, let alone touch her hand in marriage.Even now, even after witnessing the miracle he performed, she could not bring herself to feel anything but contempt.Healing her father? So what? In her heart, Tyler was unworthy too lowly, too disgraceful to ever be considered part of her noble bloodline.A

At that moment The king’s words still lingered in the room like sacred echoes.“Like I said, I’m giving you another chance, Tyler… to choose either one of my daughters.”And for the first time, a flicker of expectation glimmered on the king’s face.He stood tall, proud, confident—his arms at his side, the crown’s weight once again heavy on his shoulders, but his gaze softening toward Tyler.There was no mockery in his voice now, no disbelief, only quiet recognition.A ruler had seen a man who acted like a king without needing the title.However Tyler’s eyes remained unreadable.Then he felt another presence.He turned slightly and there stood Edda, his robes swaying lightly as he gave a small, respectful nod toward Tyler.“Listen,” Edda said gently but firmly, stepping forward. “It is unheard of completely unheard of for anyone to reject the king’s reward.”At that moment he held up one hand, almost in emphasis, as if speaking not just to Tyler, but to the princess's as well.“Kings a

The Supreme Forest was deadly, yes, but it was also sacred home to lost techniques and ancient spirits. If Tyler had entered it alone, it was near impossible he would have returned like this.Someone had guided him, But who?Who sent this boy into the forest? Who trained him? Who shaped this kind of healer? His thoughts were still swirling when the sound of footsteps pulled him from his focus.The king had moved down from his throne and walked over slowly, robes trailing softly behind him.He stopped beside the Elder and leaned in just slightly, his voice low but laced with command.“I want to know everything about that young man,” the king said, eyes still locked on the doors where Tyler had exited.“His family. His background. Where he comes from. Who raised him. What shaped him.”The king’s tone wasn’t casual it was heavy with intent.“I want names. I want his history, I want truths.”Immediately Edda bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment, face calm but serious.“As you wish, m

As Tyler knelt silently beside his unconscious mother, the cruel laughter of the guards continued to echo in the dungeon walls like a chorus of mockery.They felt untouchable, they thought they had won.Then One of the guards turned toward the man who had escorted Tyler into the underground cell block.“Hey you!” he barked. “Which idiot allowed you to arrest this punk?”Another guard stepped forward, a smug look on his face. “You actually did something right for once. Bringing this filth here? That’s the kind of service the palace needs.”They clapped mockingly, chuckling among themselves.“Good work,” one jeered. “We’ll take it from here. We’ve been waiting for this trash.”But their smirks began to fade… quickly.Because that’s when their eyes drifted down… and noticed the crest on the escorting guard’s shoulder.At that moment their expressions froze mid-mockery.The emblem was not common.It was golden, laced with black threadwork, and embedded with a small royal sapphire, an insi