regret

In the small wooden room, a group of people sat down on wooden chairs, the already small space looked especially cramped from the presence of chairs and such a number of people.

Aming these group of people was the Kaiser, dressed in battle gears as if ready for war, compared to how dejected and despaired he had seemed the previous night, he looked more energetic whilst seated at that front seat looking at at the rolls of people in front of him. Under his gaze, everyone sat in a straight posture, their faces resonating respect with do my h seriousness, even so his gaze clearly wasn't for those people. Under his valiant and authoritative demeanour was a hint of anxiety as he stared at the door, noticeably waiting for the arrival of someone that was not yet here.

At last the stale mood in the room ended, when the door was pushed open, a head of long black hair walked in, trailed after by two other people.