"What? Kyle isn't here?"
In the castle of the Alcott Empire, the current Emperor Cyril sat upon his throne.
He was a blue-haired, overweight man dressed in extravagant clothing. His neck, wrists, and fingers were adorned with an abundance of golden accessories, heavily laden with large gems, giving him the appearance of a nouveau riche... or someone corrupt.
However, instead of displaying concern, the Emperor wore a suspicious expression.
"That brat... Is he planning another coup? Did he mention where he went?"
The knight kneeling at the foot of the raised platform trembled under the Emperor's scrutiny and replied in a shaky voice.
"I-It seems he responded to Princess Sophia's distress signal. But that was already five hours ago, your highness..."
"Sophia...?"
The Emperor whispered, sounding uncertain.
"...The first Princess, your highness," the soldier reminded him.
