"What is Weslin to be so presumptuous? He dares to claim such a prize just after waking up?!" Aglaya squinted her eyes, her blue-purple hair filled with the charm of Spiritual Energy shimmering under the city lights as bright as daylight.
"Who allowed him to have a city lord for a father?" Caesar leaned despondently against the wall, looking entirely indifferent to everything that was happening.
"The city lord has gone too far this time..." Nolanitz, the Judgment Chief of the Arbitration Place, sighed softly, feeling sincere dissatisfaction with the city lord's decision.
"To elevate his own son, the city lord has really stopped at nothing!" The elder from the Elder Council's eyes flickered, glancing towards the end of the avenue before them.
The makeshift throne was immensely majestic, and the emperor sat high above, waiting for his most loyal followers to come before him.
