Sheila stared in awe at the pictures, her eyes wide and sparkling in astonishment.

"They look the same," Sheila says, "are you certain that they are, in fact, different people? It's like one person with only two to three different haircuts. I can't even tell which is which if the name in the bottom part is removed."

"Well I guess you're right." Noah answers. "I mean, they're the ones who can use the Opus, meaning they're great, great, great, great grandpa's reincarnation."

"You used 'great' too much, Prince!" Sheila says, pouting.

Noah tilted his head. "You can call me Noah, if you like."

"Well, Mommy says that we shall respect royalty, even if they're family friends!"

Noah chuckles, and grins. "Are you happy you can visit me often now?"

Sheila, with her chubby cheeks, blushed in response. "Well, it's not like that. I'm here just because Daddy is a high magician with a huuuuge responsibility." Sheila exclaims, reenacting a 'huge' gesture with her arms. "Besides, I'll be attending Magierstadt soon. I was there with Mommy the other day—and then I saw this girl with a boy, being sweet and all!"

Noah tilted his head, and then s.h.i.+fted his gaze at the book laid before the gra.s.s. "Is that so?"

"Yes. Mommy said it was Yu…yuleya? Yula…le? And Jonden? I forgot."

"It's Eulalia Fortunatorum and Jonathan Unsterblich." Noah mumbles. "Light and darkness."

Sheila shrugged it off, and then proceeded to read the book Noah stole from the Royal Library. In that book were elaborative descriptions of the Eight Kings of Feuersturm, the ones who can use Opus. First noticeable feature about them is that they all had the same characteristics as the first king—almost like a direct copy. In the descriptions were the capacity and the magic that they were capable to conjure—which are all remarkable, because during this time was the Great War between the second continent, Zweite, and the kings who can use the Opus was considered a blessing.

The Great War lasted for 300 years, meaning the three kings, namely: Octavius, Julius, and Sirius, who used the Opus, are the ones who got to conjure the most magic for the benefit of winning the war and was recorded in the books as the Great Three, the founding fathers of the "Knighthood of the Firehawk," the chosen knights in servitude of the Feuersturm Empire. In the year 589 was the year that the next king with the Opus was born, the fourth king Heinrich, year 764 was the fifth king, Dietrich, the sixth king Friedrich, year 876; the seventh king Erich, year 954; and the eight king Roderich, the year 1035—Noah's grandfather.

"Hold on. If your grandpa's name is Roderich, then your father's name is Sietrich… why is there no 'rich' in your name? Why are you called Noah?"

Noah grinned. "I love being asked. My father wanted to end the Ruler line and start with 'Rest'; The one to end all the war and hostility with Zweite—Noah! It all starts with me, says my father—and he says I must name my future baby with a name equivalent to mine, as well." Says Noah with bright, s.h.i.+ning blue eyes.

Sheila blushed, "babies? You are already thinking about that?" She says, fidgeting a little. "Do you have someone particular in mind… you know… to make babies with? I mean - to make a queen! You need a queen first before children, you know. Silly prince."

Noah tilted his head, and then flashed his cheeky smile.

"A girl with a black hair, perhaps!"