The hall of Magenta Palace was filled with grim faces. King Arkadion sat on his throne, his eyes dull with exhaustion. The feast that was supposed to be a celebration of his wedding had turned into a disaster for Magenta. Envoys from other kingdoms requested to meet him one after another, demanding an explanation for the explosion within the palace grounds. And worse yet, the commotion had to occur while King Arkadion was still worrying about his daughter, who had disappeared without a trace after that incident.
"Sigh."
King Arkadion tried to be strong, but the lines of exhaustion were clearly visible on his face. He looked at Cedric and Roy, who were standing before him. His voice was heavy. In just a few days, his face looked haggard from exhaustion and extreme stress.
"We still haven't found Cecilia. My daughter is likely in danger out there. Yet here I am, stuck facing people who were waiting for my responsibilities as a king."
