When I entered the throne room, it was a lot like the first time I came to this place. In front of the door, I found a red carpet that led to the altar where the king was sitting.
That old man hadn't changed a thing. This man before me now is called Thoan Southlein, the famous king who rules this entire country.
Long gray beard and long, equally gray hair that reached to his waist. Doesn't he look more like a wizard than a king? I always told him that.
He continued to look as if he was sizing me up, the guards around the room were also looking at me equally. Farther along, that young man wearing a black cloak was there.
As soon as I approached, I lowered my head. Even knowing him, he is still the king of this country.
"You can stand up. You don't need to act so formally, Emma." The king said as he had a smug smile on his face and looked at me.
"Okay, so I'll get straight to the point, what caused this war?"