Meanwhile, Queen Mayleen's harem.
She and two maids were looking at the situation outside. Then he went back inside, and the maids closed the window.
Queen Mayleen sat in a chair, and she remembered the same storm a few years ago.
"Your Majesty, the storm is coming soon. Your Majesty is okay?" asked the maid, noticing Queen Mayleen.
"I just remembered this storm, could this storm be the same as before? A storm that destroyed all crops without flooding without injuring people? But the darkness was so clear, no sunlight came to illuminate the country for days. Food supplies began to dwindle, residents were in a state of panic, everyone began to come and complain. But if this was as a result, then who put out the fire? Who did it? "
"Honourable….!"
The nobleman began to approach the table with a lighted candle. He began to beg the gods to prevent this storm from happening.
