Cyart Royal Capital.
Within the vast and magnificent royal palace, an old man with a pale face and tired demeanour, wearing a splendid robe, slowly opened his eyes, full of sorrow, on the cold throne.
"I can feel it, he has left..."
The Cyart King's expression was filled with sadness and pain, and even a hint of despair.
He recalled his interactions with Duke Black Iron over more than a hundred years, those moments they had advanced side by side, events that the Cyart King would never forget for as long as he lived.
In fact, compared to many later achievements and glorious moments, the time when he truly felt the most joyous, the happiest, was when he officially announced the establishment of the Cyart Kingdom.
Back then, both of them were in the prime of life, with Romann breaking through to mid-level Monarch before him in the brutal war, followed by his own breakthrough.
