Moran sat on his throne, but his face looked dull and sad. The lines of fatigue were clearly visible on his thin face, and his eyes stared blankly out of the large window.
Outside the palace, he could clearly hear the screams and commotion of the masses. In addition, several advisors were already coming to him to inform him of the non-wizard rebellion that was raging throughout the Sun Kingdom, and they were getting closer to the capital.
His gaze fell on the nanny standing in the corner of the room, the middle-aged woman hugging her young son, a boy with jet-black hair and a face that resembled his mother, Hilda.
"I never thought it would be like this. Hilda, you should have been here to strengthen me," he said in a soft tone.
