"Who exactly are you?" Lana asked as she stared at Aglea with a serious expression.

"Is that really so important to you?" Aglea asked as she cocked her head to the side. "Even if you had all of your memories, I don't think you would've heard of me."

"Why is that?"

"You come from the south, and this is the north."

Lana fell silent upon hearing this.

"Besides, things like reputations are like clouds in the sky. They dissipate just as quickly as they gather."

As if to illustrate her point, Aglea swept her sword through the air, and the dark clouds in the sky quickly faded, revealing a pristine blue sky.

It was as if nothing had ever happened, as if the freemen had never come, and as if that battle hadn't taken place.

"I was somewhat renowned 20 years ago, but everyone has most likely already forgotten about me by now," Aglea said with a self-deprecating smile as she looked up at the pristine sky.

"My name is Aglea," she said as he turned to look at Lana with her grey eyes.

Lana nodded in response, then turned to look into Aglea's grey eyes with a curious expression. "Are you... a different person from the one you were before?"

"Don't think this changes anything between us. You're still my slave," Aglea said in a cold voice.

"Looks like you're no better than before, after all,"...