Anlong United Kingdom.
The capital of Yake Duchy, Neitmoni.
Inside the splendid Royal Palace, King Tiha Moyier sat on his high throne, stroking the gold and jewel-encrusted armrests, yet he felt none of the relaxed joy of days past.
The beautiful Queen at his side looked towards her husband, her eyes filled with concern. These days, her husband's hair had turned significantly whiter; his face often inadvertently revealed a sense of demoralization and despair, which made her extremely uneasy.
"Your Majesty, the Xierol Duchy has already surrendered, and they even sent envoys to persuade… to persuade you to surrender."
Below the throne, a minister clad in dark purple robes and a dark green cap bent his waist at a ninety-degree angle and spoke solemnly.
"Shameless!"
"The faceless scum!"
