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Lying in the continuously rocking pleasure chair, the elderly man dressed in a loose nightgown stared vacantly at the portrait above the fireplace, his face weary for a long time. The crumpled letter he had tossed into the fireplace disappeared with the flicker of the flames.
The Minister of Internal Affairs stood three meters behind the elderly man, motionless and waiting for instructions. It seemed that His Majesty the King was not in a good mood.
Ever since the Beastmen began their relentless and large-scale attacks in the North earlier this year, His Majesty the King's mood had turned sour, to the point where he even reduced his favorite hunting activities. Spending more time in the Hunting Manor, he was mostly engaged in the tedious affairs of state. His gray hair had lost its luster, and with a heavy sigh from the depths of his soul, Tez thought perhaps His Majesty the King had truly aged.
