Eugene scrutinized the strange symbols and letters engraved on the armor before raising his head.

“I want to know more about Armis.”

The elders had been staring captivated at Armis. They were startled awake from their trance by Eugene’s words, then responded with awkward expressions.

“Well… We don’t really know.”

“You don’t know?” Eugene asked.

“Yes. There aren’t any records of the family treasures. Moreover, Armis was such a long time ago… It’s all our fault,” the elders responded before bowing their heads in embarrassment. Eugene inwardly clicked his tongue.

Although it was known as one of the greatest families in Brantia, the Batla Duchy was ultimately no different from any other noble family. It had been operated haphazardly relying on only its status and reputation, and the family’s history had been passed down orally rather than recorded in formal documents.

‘Well, there’s nothing I can do about that. There are so many illiterate nobles as well.’

The qualifications and the honor of becoming a noble were naturally granted by one’s bloodline, everything else was insignificant for them. It was similar to the nobles in the kingdoms on the continent, but it was much worse for Brantia, which developed slower and was poorer compared to other nations.

“What about you? Do you know anything?” Eugene asked after turning...