As the foggy city of Becland, today is yet another day shrouded in mist.
The sunlight of the evening filters through the industrial smog, bathing it in a red glow. Despite the unpleasant smell, it looks quite beautiful.
The twilight of Becland...
George III appears resplendent in his noble attire, and the slight wrinkles on his face add to his dignified countenance.
Even though the God-making Ceremony is about to commence, and he has already attained Sequence One as an Angel, he still drapes himself in a robe and sits at the desk in his study, dealing with documents that require his personal judgment.
Each page is carefully reviewed, with many annotations written in pen.
He lives each day to the fullest.
After finishing the last document in hand, he takes a rare moment of respite and stands by the window of his study, gazing at the sunset on the horizon.
The seemingly murky gaze is extraordinarily calm.
Great events require a composed mind.
