Moon City, Nightingale Kingdom.
Inside a spacious hall within the Royal Palace, the atmosphere was tense as the representatives of the four major races had gathered, having just received the terrible news.
Not just them, even the other Rank 3 Magi such as Professor Godfrey and Berger were also in attendance.
At the head of the long table, the King of the Nightingale Kingdom, Arnold Nightingale, sat with a grim expression. He glanced at all the Rank 3 Magi present and solemnly stated, "As you all know, the orcs have declared war upon us once again."
The representative of the dwarves, a stout middle-aged man with a thick, braided beard slammed the table in a fit of anger. "Those damn pig bastards! Don't they ever learn their lesson?"
