A whistle echoed in a dark room. Only a moonlight shone slightly on the room. Suddenly from the corner of the entrance to the room, there was an exclamation.
"The guards of the eighty and ninetieth floors, Miss Matun and Sir Abyadh enter the throne room of His Majesty"
The two figures called by the room keeper entered the room with their heads lowered as if they did not dare to face the occupants of the throne. After the two of them were in a place that was as close as possible to the owner of the throne, the two prostrated themselves.
"Forgive our impudence, Father. Sorry if the two of us came at the wrong time," said Matun with a slightly trembling tone of fear.
The whistling suddenly stopped and the room became silent. Suddenly a pair of dead flames lit up brightly.
"Enough of your small talk! Immediately state your purpose for coming to my place!"