The World Was Never Fair, and War Was About to Begin

November was just around the corner, and the weather had long since begun to turn cold. Nights and early mornings were probably the coldest times of day.

Royal Capital.

Dawn had barely broken when the cold wind swept through every open window and into the conference hall, where the air was thick with anxiety.

A large number of officials had gathered in the conference room, so busy their feet barely touched the ground.

A massive amount of official business had poured in from all over the country within a short period. Even with numerous officials working around the clock, they were still struggling to keep up.

At the desk.

Crack!

Zanac's face was pale as he raised his tea and gulped it down. Using the cold wind and tea to keep himself alert, he continuously signed the documents being passed to him.

Having maintained the same posture for too long—

His wrist was already in severe pain, and even his entire arm had become somewhat numb.

But Zanac could not stop. He knew someone was even busier than he was: Earl Raeven. Not only did the man need to mobilize the army—

He also had to evacuate civilians, arrange evacuation routes, and handle all kinds of other matters.

As a member of the Royal Family and the current king—

Zanac knew that if even he slacked off, then the country truly had no hope left. He lightly shook his arm to ease the pain, gritted his teeth, and continued working.

Knock!

Knock!

Someone knocked on the conference room door.

"Come in," Zanac said without looking up.

"Your Majesty."

A knight soldier pushed open the door and entered respectfully, quickly reporting, "Those two have arrived."

"Quickly, bring them in." Delight appeared on Zanac's face as he swiftly looked up.

Not long