People dragged their exhausted and injured bodies and looked up at their new king, their eyes dim and cloudy.
The man on the high platform is tall, strong and energetic, wearing hard armor, looking down at his people. Behind him are eight children who are gorgeously dressed and as delicate as dolls.
The man looked at it, coughed a few times, and then loudly announced to the continent:
"I declare that I will build a happy, reasonable and peaceful magic city. In that magic city, everyone can have magic, everyone is equal, everyone will live a prosperous life, and will not have to be troubled by disease or grieve for war. That city will have eternal peace and eternal happiness, and you will all be the citizens of that city, and that city is called 'Cotskia'"
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