"Ixion, Ixion! Why are we here?"
The jester sat in her seat, kicking her legs back and forth.
"My jester," Ixion cried, throwing up his hands. "We've come to learn!"
The jester hovered her fingers over her lips.
"Learning? Oh my! Perhaps you could learn how to more easily destroy a kingdom!"
Ixion laughed.
"Hey! The only thing I destroy are enemies."
As for where they were…
They were in the Royal Classroom within the palace, where princes and princesses used to go for their lessons.
Naturally, it had been out of service for some time now, with fewer children being born and most effort put toward the endless war. However, it was still kept tidy by the maids.
Though all the world maps in the room were severely outdated.
Se'van, the emerald-eyed Chancellor of Faith and Education, stood behind the lectern.
Her students: the king who knew more than her, the jester, Runa, Lord of Truth, and Zabaniyah.
