(In the events of Chapter 2, in the middle-class district inside The Great City, Aeteris...)
In the bustling streets filled with vendors and people walking in it, a commander with his squad of three, march amidst it. They were going towards the large, beautiful white castle.
And trust me, calling it just beautiful was an understatement to the true beauty it was.
Greatly known as the Marx Greatcastle, it has spires of gold built on each and every one of it's conical roofs. With beautifully laid bricks on it and a large spruce door, serving as an opening to the spacious, ornate throne room.
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"Y-Your Majesty." The commander muttered in a cold sweat as he and his squadron kneeled before the king. The overwhelming pressure exuded by him almost making him barf like an oaf.
"W-we're truly sorry to report this but... We lost the party of otherworld heroes..."
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"You did, what?"
Even if it was only the king's normal voice, it still felt intense.
The fearful commander stood up and frantically started blurting out his excuses.
"N-n-now sir, please h-hear us out! We l-lost them because the Priestess summoned them at a random point inside the kingdom-"
"SILENCE!!!" A voice akin to a loud thunderclap reverberated throughout the whole throne room.
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"Arrange the Sheris patrol and find them."
"Y-yes, Your Majesty..."
The cowering soldiers immediately ran out of the castle, whimpering as they left.
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"I can't let the other kingdoms find my subjects."
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