The sounds of the execution ground couldn't reach the depths of the palace in the royal city. Green birds with trimmed wings were singing and hopping among the branches outside the window, but the people in the room did not have the leisure to enjoy it.
"Your Majesty, please..."
"Shut up!!!"
An enraged roar descended like thunder, and the impeccably dressed Chancellor Richelieu lay terrified on the ground.
"I've given you and Metner so much favor! But what have you done during this disaster?"
The man's voice was hoarse, making it hard to imagine his gentle demeanor on ordinary days.
"Have you and Metner gotten a grain of wheat or a handful of flour yet?! No! It's all been the V.E Company gathering supplies and calming the starving people for me!"
"Your Majesty, your humble servant pleads for your anger to subside..."
