Pulmoath.
Mitra Palace.
With a delicate and feminine appearance, King Arthur VI sat on his throne, playing with the golden sceptre in his hand, his face expressionless.
Ever since his good friend, Pope Felite of the Holy Spirit, had died, he had become much more silent.
In the meeting hall, covered with crimson carpets, important ministers like Duke Alga of the military, Marquis Russell, as well as the Marquis of Cavinti, Earl Lendel, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, the Minister of Finance, and others, all looked very unhappy.
In the ashtrays on their desks, various cigar and cigarette butts were stuffed.
The entire meeting room was filled with swirling smoke, further enveloping it in an ominous atmosphere.
"Rio Sodoma!"
Finally, it was King Arthur VI who spoke, "Is everything you saw true?"
