A guest was coming, an uninvited guest, and would bring trouble. He was the father of Princess Harya, whose name was King Rahwa. He was stout and tall, bathed in strokes as a testament to his formidable empire. He had made many contributions to Hexa, securing some areas reliably.
"Greetings to His Highness Rahwa!" His loyal follower, a man with very pale skin with dark bags under his eyes, seemed to be stumbling after King Rahwa's footsteps. He was the one who would shout the loudest to command all people to submit and respect King Rahwa. "Tell His Majesty Artesun that my king has come."
Excessive arrogance. Several dark auras spread out from the Rahwa King followers.
Advos came out somewhat surprised. His pupils dilated, accompanied by a sour frown. He did not remember any appointments from King Rahwa. The stuff like that was quite impolite.
