The ancient wind blows eternally, just like the unfaded immortality of the bronze throne.
The majestic royal city stands under the gray sky, and the towering towers have remained standing for thousands of years, but they are in danger in the storm.
The noise was dispersed in the wind, and the king had no intention of listening. When the glory of the past passed, everything was destined to end here.
A gap opened in the wind barrier, and a guy dressed as a bard broke in. He strolled here like a child who accidentally entered the castle.
The fingertips touched the railing of the building, and there was a hint of sadness in the young man's eyebrows. There was the sound of wind blowing in his ears. It was whimpering as if it was remembering, but also seemed to be crying.
Who are you crying for.
Kingdom, tyrant, boy, or tweed.
Cecilia swayed in the strong wind.
Another brief period of fatigue, the memories in my mind floating in the sea like broken rafts.
He hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and every time he closed his eyes, it was the lingering nightmare.
They had trusted him so much, but he betrayed everything he had promised.
The wind outside the window sobbed like a howl. The glory of the four kings had passed away, leaving only the lonely soul of the tower.
Maybe after this thing is over, I should express my belated apology? Oh, that's all, the blade is already under the throne.
The ancient bronze door rotated open, and the beautiful music of the piano came from outside the door. The footsteps approached with the sound of the piano, and finally stopped under the high steps leading to the throne.
The boy saluted gracefully like the poets in all fairy tales.
"Nice to meet you, Your Majesty."
The thing on the throne that was as dull as a stone statue reacted, and even the strong wind stopped as soon as it opened its eyes.
The whirlwind howls in fear, the mad king wakes up
