From the very beginning, Ced was suspicious of his father.

It began when his mother, Queen Erinys, had died from illness and Lewyn—who knew the cure—decided to leave her to die.

Before that though, Ced was told, convinced even, that he would rule in his father's place and do what he could to keep Silesse intact from the Empire.

Oh yeah, the war was still going on since then wasn't it?

Now the question was, why did Lewyn want him to do this so much? Or why did he not feel anything when Mother died?

He could still remember being told that mother had died by father.

"What?" The young Ced cried. "You mean she's gone?"

Lewyn nodded. "Yes, but it's no matter, it has been a long time coming."

"NO MATTER? Father, you had the ability to cure her! You were here and fully able to do so, and this is what you do?"

Lewyn cocked his head. "Now, now, Ced don't boss me around like that, you do not know anything about it. Don't act like you do."

"Excuse me!? Oh that's it!" Ced shouted and stormed off. "I don't want to speak with you anymore!"

"Oh don't think you can get away, I will not hesitate to stop you if you dare to try." He told his son, perhaps in hopes to threaten him.

Fortunately, Ced still wouldn't budge. "Shut up!"

Lewyn glared at his son and used his wind magic to sweep him off his feet and bring him towards him. Ced showed evident fear in his eyes.

"You are staying here, and if at any point you even attempt to leave, you'll see the consequence no matter what." Lewyn glared, letting go of Ced.

"Ghhhh…" He grumbled as he stood back up again.

Of course he wanted to leave, but despite his anger, there was also fear, that was why he obeyed his father and stayed in Silesse. The people of Silesse didn't like him and always gave him weird looks. But he never understood why. He ignored them, but it still hurt.

Ced had often wondered what would've happened if he had not found out the truth. Would he have become just like that horrible father of his? Or perhaps someone worse…?

But finding the truth about his father was the best outcome, because of that, he had become someone different, in hopes to fix his father's mistakes.

But in truth, was he even doing the right thing?

He wondered if his father was planning something when he gave him the Book of Forseti, or maybe he wasn't paying attention to him again and just didn't care. He thought it was the latter for a while, but why did he insist that he should use the book if he didn't care?

He couldn't blame Father. The book in and of itself was fascinating, that was why he used it. He always had a tendency to get super focused when something caught his attention. (Which, in the grand scheme of things, was not good, because he was always vulnerable to attacks. But that was beside the point.)

But he knew all he did, he witnessed himself doing things that he never would have thought of doing. He tried to kill Arthur, he even went as far as to attack his own sister. But he couldn't control it, it was like something-or even someone-was controlling his body. But it didn't only happen when he used Forseti either, he recalled times when he had to help liberate Castle Edda, he was using his Elwind tome, however he noticed the same jarring feeling of losing control of himself, and at times he noticed his body would be a bit more eager to fight.

That was why he was here to begin with. He was trying to figure out what was going on with him. Unfortunately he found nothing of use, but he kept looking through the books he found in the Manster District and South Thracia and he actually found something related to his dilemma.

Crusader Scrolls.

This was what he needed. He scanned through the pages, trying to look for the one with the green wind symbol on it; surely it had to be in there somewhere. He looked through all of the different images on each page, finding pretty much most of them and on the very last page, he saw it, it was its own page, with a lot of text present on the page. The image of the scroll was placed on the left, decently sized.

The Sety Scroll, or The 'Ced' Scroll as some non-natives call it, is a scroll that has some of the blood of the Crusader Sety. It had originally belonged to the Kingdom of Silesse, but it ended up in the Manster District a year after Sety's passing, though the reasons are unknown. No news of it has been heard of it since then.

Ced pondered on the paragraph for a moment. "Interesting, still I wonder how that lady managed to get it, she seemed so insistent on letting me have it. Perhaps she knew...' He thought and then continued to read.

Like any scroll, it has the ability to negate the power of Forseti, but however, unlike other scrolls, there was a message on the back of the scroll that was written by Sety himself. However, none of it was readable, at least to the common-folk. While-

...What?

Ced stopped reading midway through; there was a message on the scroll? He needed that scroll as soon as possible, he needed to know what it said. Perhaps he would be able to read it thanks to his Major Forseti blood. But then he wondered 'Why would Sety write something there?' his curiosity only grew as he kept reading through.

There has been no evidence that Holy-Blooded people had been able to read the text, Silesse has been safely guarded from any outsiders. And Sety died long ago.

Some say the Book of Forseti had caused the Wind Crusader to act differently over the years, though, there is not much information on the subject or any proof.

Oh…

He looked at the bottom of the page.

Added as of Grann Year 695

'...Eighty years ago.'

Ced closed the book and put it off to the side.

'That couldn't have been an informational book,' He told himself, before sighing again. He stood up and left the castle to get ready for the next battle. However, he noticed something was glowing in his book bag.

His intuition told him to not look, but Ced grew more intrigued as he peaked through the little flap. It was Forseti...since when did the tome glow like this? Perhaps it always did that.

With hesitance, he took out the tome from the satchel.

"Hmmm…" Ced was in deep thought, maybe he shouldn't use it. Maybe everyone was right, maybe the Forseti tome was not good for him to wield.

However, before he could put it away, the book opened on its own. A bright green glow filled his vision like bright sunlight reflecting on snow. Soon after, he felt as if the whole world faded into darkness, the tome still clutched in his hands.

"Where am I..?" He wondered and looked down at the Forseti tome still in his hands. The glow had subsided, but it still remained open.

But as he was about to close it a figure appeared before him. And Ced...recognized it.

"Divine Dragon Forseti…?"