"Is that right?" Roman was glad to hear that regardless of his hardships he still looked at the brightside. He hadn't developed his own pessimism yet. The years would change his view. When what was novel wore off and the feelings matured into bitterness. For the time being his childlike wonder was prevalent in everything.

"Oh um, I see. So after the collapse of the Age of Gods," Roman mumbled his eyebrows together, looking pensive. Maybe he shouldn't pursue this topic; he was no magus. He had to ask Marisbilly. He remembered that before Solomon, only those who were demigods or other elemental hybrids could perform magecraft thanks to the blessing of gods. Such as the famed witches like Circe or Medea. Yet he had not set any crest to be inherited. It was true he had used his body to engrave his spells but there were no instructions left for anyone to unearth it and use them. He should best focus on the game. It was more interesting too.

"Eh?" He caught himself before he asked a stupid 'Really? Can I?' once more and nodded vigorously in response. "Yes, I'd like to try this game! I can't promise I'll be any good."