In the Southern Kingdom, the old shaman came to the king and queen, asking for permission to visit the old library owned by the kingdom.
"This is all for the Emperor's sake, My Lord," said the old shaman, bowing to the king and queen. "I don't want the good name of the Southern Shamans to be tarnished just because of her unfulfilled ambition."
"Do not worry, Master Shaman," said the queen. "Your concerns are our concerns as well. After all, we are only subordinates to the Emperor."
"Go ahead!" the king said. "You can examine the old library for as long as you like."
"Are you going somewhere, My Lord?" The old shaman frowned.
The king chuckled, then reasoned, "My wife and I are going to visit the Western Kingdom."
"You know," said the queen in support of her husband's reasoning. "I very rarely have the chance to visit that rich kingdom, Master Shaman."
