Twelve years ago
Tears welled up in the eyes of an eight-year-old Phoebe. She was crying loudly outside their father's room. Their father was seriously injured in a recent rogue attack.
"B-brother, w-why is f-father s-still u-unconscious?" Phoebe was sitting on the chair opposite the door. Her older brother was next to her.
"Shhh, father will be alright. He is strong, you know that." Charles wiped off her tears. He put his arm around her and brought her face to his chest. At the age of ten, he already knew what had happened to their father. He knows what role his father is, an elite warrior of the kingdom. He also wants to achieve the same thing, so at an early age, he already improving his training to become one of the elite warriors.
Two days ago, the rogues suddenly invaded the bord
