100 Rising Tide 6yr

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It is already pitch-black outside, but I still sat under the glow of the lamp, deep in thoughts. A pen has been in my grip for quite a long period of time, but I was unsure of how I should start. In the end, I sigh deeply and eventually start to write.
"Dear Sir Ferdinand, it has been long since we last met. I wonder if things are still going fine in Sulfur Mountain City... It has been 300 years since many of our inheritances and secret arts were lost in the fires of war. At present, the Mist Royal Family Knight Order can't even be considered third-rate. Perhaps, we have failed them as their ancestors. I have already come to an agreement with the current generation of the descendants of the Mist to provide them with some 'mentors' to guide those rookies."
"After pondering over it, I decided to entrust this matter to you. Please bring along Great Sword Saint Fayde, Lucas... The young Knights have already come to a realization. As their ancestors and imposing Heroic Spirits, please do