The entire Old Continent and all colonial powers are intensely coveting the precious land known as the Corridor of Truth.
Deep within the opulent Royal Palace of the Desert Empire's Royal Capital Helopolis.
"The ceiling isn't so unfamiliar."
When Byron, who had been in a deep slumber for an unknown duration, reopened his eyes, he immediately recognized the familiar geometric patterns on the ceiling above him.
He seemed to be...in the Desert Empress Palace.
At this moment, he couldn't distinguish between dream and reality.
Because he just had a dream.
Dreamt he was lying on the grand bed once belonging solely to the Radiant Queen Cleopatra VII.
The wool carpet was scattered with violently ripped navy uniforms, casually tossed dance skirts, gauze clothes, and intimate garments, amid the lingering heavy scent of hormones...
As if he dreamt back into the timeline projected by the Sun Stone Calendar, that night he chose the path of "beast".
