Under the moonlight.
On a cobblestone path.
Two guests were walking through the shaded path.
One of them was wearing a dancing skirt, dressed as a lady of the upper class, with a feather half-mask covering her face.
The other gentleman wore a tall hat, and his suit was extravagant with a touch of over-exaggerated color, like a magician in a circus.
"I didn't expect... the location of this high-end gathering to be within the Tisago Empire."
The magician, Aaron, wearing a silver mask, spoke slowly.
"Tisago is long gone...the Tisago cavalry, which once claimed to have whipped the whole continent, was annihilated in a single battle by the Engwiss army, and the empire fell, even losing the title of emperor..."
