In that immensely luxurious Royal Palace of the Oykot Kingdom, sunlight bathed the magnificent, glittering main hall.
King Karl, a massive, heavy-set man, leaned lazily against his throne, embracing two young girls plundered from the common folk. His eyes were filled with utter impatience as he drawled lazily:
"We've been waiting for ages. How is it that the thirty thousand Marines led by General James still haven't clashed with that Sifell Royal Army? Hmph, I suppose those mere ants lack the guts."
Chapter 32