April 1, 359 Pendor Calendar, sunny.
It was a crisp afternoon. Kloze and I accompanied His Majesty by boat to the very center of Lake Alaclay.
We took a specially made boat equipped with a device resembling a city gate winch. A super-long iron chain was wound around the winch, with a stone statue attached to its end.
Kloze had worked continuously in the blacksmith shop for many days to make that several-hundred-meter-long iron chain.
The statue was of Kavala. It was also made of metal, only a little over a foot tall, yet weighed at least sixty pounds.
It was a work of art jointly crafted by the Finarfin family and the Fenway Family.
But the more I looked at it, the more I felt that the statue's face resembled His Majesty.
Even the greatest sculptor needed a reference. The Finarfin family had probably sculpted it based on His Majesty's appearance...
But His Majesty said it was Kavala, then threw the statue into the lake at its center.
I actually had no idea why His Majesty was doing this. I did not ask—nor did Kloze.
Kloze said that as an Imperial Guard, one must never ask about matters His Majesty had not voluntarily disclosed. That was basic professional conduct.
The big man rarely spoke, but everything he said made sense. It seemed muscles and wisdom could coexist... No wonder the Meitengheim people could make such excellent weapons and equipment.
Besides, seeing how cautious His Majesty was, I could tell this was meant to resolve some mysterious incident.
So I had even less reason to ask.
This should originally have been a simple task—His Majesty said all we needed to do was throw the statue down, wait two hours, then use the winch to pull it back up.
Kloze also