A millennium had passed, and everything had lost its meaning in his eyes. Many heroes emerged from generation to generation, but he stood the test of time. That was his life, waiting for someone to come along and defeat him, but no one did. Nobody dared. Nobody tried. How can he allow this to happen? With the aid of his magic, he rose from his throne and set out into another world in search of excitement and, perhaps, a worthwhile adventure. What would happen if this last boss decided to venture into the human world for fun? PS: This novel has joined Fantasy Carnival
The man who just spoke was startled and started to shiver. He started to stammer too as he answered the king. "I-I apologize, y-your m-majesty. I-it is n-not my in-intention to offend you." He bowed his head in embarrassment because the others were also glaring at him.
Zandro closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before he opened them once again and looked at them. "The magic tower will be established together with those rules and none of you can object to this decision otherwise I will suspend you from your work in the palace. You are well aware that I can do that, right?"
Since the king was determined with his decision, the council members had no choice but to agree with him. Although they hold power in the kingdom and influence in the palace, they still knew that the king held the highest power. It was not yet time for them to go against the king.