Arash contemplated silently on his throne, and at that moment, the door opened once again.
Arash raised his head and saw a very familiar face. "It's good to see you again, Haitam."
The man before him—wearing glazing silver armor—kneeled on his right knee and spoke respectfully. "It is my blessing, sire."
He was the general of Migotanie City, Haitam. A man who was respected by many didn't care if they were his enemies too. He had a long, double edged sword on his waist and a helmet on his other hand. He had black eyes and short, messy black hair.
Raising his head, Haitam asked with a calm yet serious tone. "Sire, is there anything you need from me?"
"Haitam, the city is about to descend into chaos. I have no one to trust other than you. So, I have an order for you." Arash said it with a grave tone.
"Sire, just tell. This servant will do anything for you."
