The towering, majestic castle, the solemn and dignified hall, a young King sits at the throne at the end of the red carpet.
The tall arched windows cast gentle winter sunlight, the stained glass depicts the glorious history of the Campbell family. The red cashmere carpet stretches from the doorway to the Duke's throne, surrounded by attendants and guards, the air is filled with the warmth of the hearth, mingling with the slightly fragrant candles.
This is the Audience Hall of the castle.
Kneeling on one knee at the other end of the red carpet, Yang Andes's expression is devout and solemn, speaking in a respectful tone.
"...Respected Your Majesty, your loyal servant from Thunder City, Yang Andes, offers you his highest regards!"
Looking at the Andes lying prostrate on the ground, Edward sitting on the throne nodded pleasantly, with a radiant smile, he said.
