Few days ago
Somewhere in west
"I wonder why you summoned me, General Roger," Jester mused, his voice echoing through the grand hall. He stood there, clad in a blood-red jacket that seemed to absorb the dim light, his long, obsidian hair falling around his shoulders like a veil of shadows. His sharp, pointed teeth glinted ominously as he spoke, casting an eerie aura.
The room was adorned with the imposing presence of General Roger, seated atop a throne under a banner that proudly bore the emblem of the New World Order—a symbol of control and dominance. Flanking him were two humanoid figures, armed and vigilant, their eyes fixed on the unfolding conversation.
"Jester," General Roger's voice was commanding, "He wants us to deal with the rebels from the Great Britain army, seeking sanctuary in a city."
"But weren't we forging a pact with King Arthur?" Jester inquired, idly toying with his lengthy locks, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
