The Triplet Mountain Holy City, capital of the Northern Empire.
In the Imperial Garden at the heart of Morlaix Palace, Second Prince Dimore stood silently like a stone pillar in a corner of the garden as he listened to his father's grumbles that were laced with rage and anxiety.
"If possible, I must give those two bastards who don't know the gravity of things a beating with my own hands. What the hell are they doing?"
This was not the first time within the last two weeks that Dimore heard his father—Emperor Israel Diamond grumble as he did now. In fact, there were three similar grumblings today alone—it was certainly quite extraordinary, especially given that Israel was not that irritated when countering the careful probing of the old school nobles from the Eastern Border.
