The next day, before the sky had fully brightened, Miles, with noticeable dark circles under his eyes, sat quietly on the dragon throne in the palace. His gaze was vacant, lost in thought, as he stared into space. In front of him, the ministers who had also failed to rest the night before were sluggishly discussing in low voices:
"Yesterday, Charles's choice seemed to have some basis, but when you think about it, it was too impulsive and risky. Sigh..."
"Who can argue with that! Young people, too impulsive. If it were up to me, I'd say we should take it slow. Start from the forest, and along the way, we could hunt a lot of ferocious beasts. Even if the genius Beast Masters from Kingston are stronger than ours, we'd still have a chance to win!"
"True, it's a shame. If this fails, all the blame will fall on Charles. How could he take such a risk?"
As the ministers continued their discussion, a commanding voice rang out from within the hall.
"Enough! All of you, be quiet!"
