"So, your father was the former King Akam of the Deep Green Land?"
The White Knight pondered for a moment before asking.
"Yes, ever since my father's death, the various tribes of the Deep Green Land have fallen into endless disputes, compounded by the havoc of the Dimensional Storm, leaving my homeland in dire straits, even the Earth weeps for it."
The young man's face darkened as he shook his head helplessly and said, "And I, succeeding the position of the clan leader, have fought through exploits in the south and the north with the assistance of Commandants Alger and Gerna. It was only recently that we managed to quell the disputes among the tribes."
Saying so, the young man struggled to take out a gold eagle-shaped intricate emblem from under his pillow to further prove his identity.
"Your Royal Highness, Her Majesty the Queen, this is the clan emblem of the Falcon Tribe. Back in the day when I faced Akam in battle, I saw it; he was a bold and admirable opponent."
