Voyicuria, Chatel, city.
Voyicuria was a very big city even though compared to many others was considered small.
Not to say, the power and influence of the sea that the capital city which also bears the same name as the country itself carries is so big that it overshadows whatsoever important glory that the country holds.
In a open mini-bar a certain black-haired and dark skinned man could be seen reading a letter, he looked like he was in his late twenties, his dressing was unique with several necklaces that made his already noticeable presence more noticeable.
"This fool, using the authority of the crown to give me orders"
He said as he scrunched the paper in his hands and spread open his hand; burning the paper to ashes with no spark of fire of any seen sorts.
This person was none other than the famous Ademon and the 'fool' he was currently holding a grudge towards was Challan.
