"Well...I know there are a handful of mages - one of them is a friend, I witnessed his skills myself last night. And from what I understand I've met at least four or five people who could be called 'chosen ones' or whatever you'd like to use for someone chosen by fate and prophecy. And...well...I didn't do anything much important...I mean, really, no one probably would have had to save anything if I'd been a bit smarter but...."

The young king trailed off, awkwardly. He hated talking about himself, and he hated to do anything that sounded like bragging. He was terrified of giving the wrong impression. And despite the fact that he had turned his back on Gongora and fought beside those he believed to be enemies for the good of Uhra and all of Plank....

He'd really just been a back up line of defense.

"Well, there was a great battle for the fate of my world, and I was a part of it. But there were...oh, eight other people doing much more than me. But it isn't as though those people out number the rest, so I'm sure it's not a deciding factor."

He wondered why Mikado was so interested. Unless he came from a place like Carter, where magic and dragons and knights were just stories.