"Gary Lindstrom! What's all this fuss about?"
A slightly shaky but robust voice echoed in the Imperial Hall of the Lindstrom empire. An old man with frizzly grey hair and wrinkles adorning his facial muscles hit the armrest of the throne he was sitting on.
Though he was old, his muscles weren't sagging, and the toned but muscular frame of his chest could be seen through an opening in his loosened robe.
The old man's eyes, full of authority, were looking down upon a man who had subserviently kept his whole body in a kowtow.
"Ancestor, please ease your anger."
The man who implored while bowing so pathetically was none other than the emperor of the Lindstrom empire and the current head of the Lindstrom family.
But in the presence of the one sitting on the throne, he was but a child. The old man was his own uncle, and the one hailed as the 'Lord of the Lindstrom planet', Alec Lindstrom.
