I live in a peaceful kingdom.
Textbooks say that the great "Unifier" Aldric founded the Holy Light Church three thousand years ago, leading humanity out of darkness. His portrait is engraved on every silver coin, his statues stand in every city, and every child recites tales of his deeds.
Until the day I worked part-time at an old bookstore, when my fingers accidentally touched a dust-covered ancient book.
The world before my eyes split open.
I saw another version of the coronation ceremony—envoys from all lands gathered in homage, and silver-skinned figures completely erased from textbooks.
The three-hundred-year history recorded in textbooks was a lie.
I began to use my ability to touch more old objects: a silver coin from three hundred years ago, a statue revered as a hero.
The king’s portrait on the coin was not the same as the one in textbooks.
The "hero" in the statue was actually a traitor who opened the city gates.
The entire nation’s history was a falsified lie.
And the Holy Light Church was the one responsible for the distortion.
Old Carl, the bookstore owner, told me this was no accident. Over three hundred years, the Church had systematically rewritten all history, all memories, all truths. They uprooted an entire era and built their own kingdom atop its ruins.
Old Carl’s wife was executed by the Church for investigating the truth.
Before her death, she left an ancient ring.
"Take this and leave," Old Carl pressed the ring into my hand. "Go to the capital and find someone called 'Almanac'. She will tell you the rest of the truth."
That night, Church inquisitors arrived.
They found nothing they were looking for.
But they knew someone was digging into the past.
They called me a "heretic".
Yet the true heretics are those who tampered with history.
My ability is called the "Eyes of History"—as long as I touch an object with historical weight, I can see fragments of true memories.
They thought history had been buried in the grave.
But they forgot—
What is buried will eventually be unearthed.