Emperor Oswald of the Pamir Empire nodded.
"That's true. In the north, there was a tradition of worshipping the gods of ice and fire. But once the Holy Empire branded them heresy, those old faiths were outlawed. Only ancestral spirits remain in some tribes now."
"It was the same for us," sighed King Henry III.
"We had an ancient tradition of sun worship. But it vanished as the Holy Empire spread."
Michael's voice grew firmer.
"We must revive those ancient myths. The Holy Empire preaches the existence of only one god, but the roots of this continent were never so narrow. People were forced to believe in a single deity they were not born to."
Behind him, Alfred smiled faintly, as if proud.
Unaware of this, Michael pressed on.
"Our task is simple. We must bring back the oppressed faiths, and retell the forgotten tales of the old gods stories the Holy Empire erased."
The kings fell into contemplative silence again.
