The moonlight was cold, and the funeral song that filled my ears stopped, replaced by another loud laugh from the Fortress Flower and the shouts of her soldiers.
"Dethrone the Duke, destroy Jann?"
In the resting room, Thales repeated the King's words, taking a deep breath:
"Let me guess, Your Majesty, you're going to rally the entire nation to raise an invincible Royal Standing Army of over thirty thousand strong, with the finest equipment, and the most ample supply trains. Then, you'll grant me 'Rage of the Kingdom' in my left hand and 'Wings of Legend' in my right hand. And then, under my correct lead, they'll charge into Emerald City, break into the Palace of Vacuity, and pull Jann Kevendill from his ducal throne, headfirst into the toilet and flush him into the moat?"
King Kessel was silent for a while.
"No."
Thales let out a cold, 'as I thought' sneer, his voice filled with sarcasm:
