At the capital city of the northern empire- there was a debate.
A debate among the ministers.
"We should use this chance and claim the country as our own!"
A solitary room at the top of the imperial palace located at Zanra- the capital. Only two knights guarded the door- and there was only one window-
"Fool! They are backed by the west!"
Twelve ministers-
Each with a motif of his own.
"Since when were we such cowards that feared those westerners?'
The Emperor- the empress- and the princesses were quiet.
After all-
One man- one particular man wasn't present- and without him they couldn't make any lasting decisions.
And even the ministers knew-
Yet-
For the sake of arguing-
They argued.
"Such pointlessness-" One of the princesses mumbled… "Where is Sir Xerphantalous, anyway?" The youngest princess- and also- the most-
The other two princesses remained quiet.
