The Emperor of Cloudflow was very young with a pretty yet strange face. This young Emperor was leaning on a soft cushion and was being served wine by the palace maids.
Behind the pillars on both sides of the hall there were soldiers hiding in the darkness. Wherever the light shone was a world of lustre and dazzle.
The ceiling beams were filled with magic patterns while a gigantic chandelier hung in the middle. Wind blew from top to bottom and passed through the banquet hall and corridors before reaching the huge garden outside.
"What are all of you crying for? Didn't we only lose half of Titan Duchy? That old fellow refused to listen to me anyway. It's no big deal," the Emperor of Cloudflow spoke nonchalantly.
The Prince and his brothers were not crying. They were just more worried about the state of the country than the Emperor was. Everyone was still enjoying themselves watching the beautiful swordmasters' dance.
