Tapping the scepter in his hand, he could not help but lean back on the throne behind him.
"...Your Majesty, Kantadar has submitted to you."
Upon hearing this, Leon lowered his gaze towards the splendidly dressed throng of courtiers below the throne's steps.
"...The Urians' alliance... They only ask you to preserve their last pasture..."
"...Disobey, and be killed..." Beholding the burly Lokhak, Leon blurted out.
The moment he opened his mouth, he felt his mind become even more befuddled.
He wanted to rub his neck but only touched the collar of his robe and the chains along with the heavy King's Medal hanging...
...Today is...
"Your Majesty, Seryan has presented you with three thousand pure maidens..."
The voice of the Palace Minister seemed as if muffled by a curtain.
"Your Majesty, the envoy from Dinexion has come to surrender..."
Leon paid no further attention, his gaze lifted once again, following the magnificent columns up to the towering vault of the Royal Palace.
