Millonia Trelova (2)
"Arise, esteemed Heroes! You are summoned here for a reason—to fulfill the noble purpose of saving millions of innocent lives."
The annoyingly loud voice made me want to punch whoever speaking, but I was more focused on my state. Looking at my body as I stood straight, I wondered why I was all right. Living as a wanted criminal for two years certainly had its perks. I could adapt quickly and focus on the surroundings.
There was a middle-aged man with strange clothing sitting on the throne before me. The man wore a lot of accessories that gave me uncomfortable feelings. On his side, stood an old man with a golden robe and a funny-looking staff. He looked more extravagant and pretentious than the middle-aged man; who, I concluded, was the King.