Chapter 57 - The Self-proclaimed Tyrant King

Somewhere in Arcadia headquarters, a rough-looking man, who was wearing a black metallic armor, was sitting on his throne, looking lost and bored. He thought about the days were he first arrived in this world together with his cohort, feeling full of spirit and vigor as they ventured the world they hadn't seen before. Those days were so memorable that people, who had known them far too long, referred them as the golden days.