At dawn, the melodious sound of a harmonica soothed the spirits. There were very few pedestrians on the streets. This was Wissok City, the capital of the Eastze Kingdom, a city with a very slow pace of life.
Compared with the militarily advanced Leman Kingdom, the soldiers of the Eastze Kingdom were clearly a cut below. An excellent life was certainly happy, but it also wore down people's Willpower.
Even the coastal Storm Kingdom was a cut above the Eastze Kingdom. If the Parliamentary House had not been stationed in the Central Continent, the Eastze Kingdom would certainly have been the first country destroyed.
The Eastze Kingdom was an elegant 'lady' who was often bullied in diplomacy and trade. Fortunately, the Parliamentary House was sufficiently impartial and had helped the Eastze Kingdom seek justice many times. She was not good at fighting, but her musical attainments completely overwhelmed those of the other three great kingdoms.
Wissok City was as it always was today. People rose under the call of the morning light. Just after seven, the streets gradually grew lively. Today was Wissok City's Sacred Music Festival, a celebration held only once every five years.
Travelers from the other kingdoms did not hesitate to spend several hours riding steam trains just to witness the Sacred Music Festival in person. Tomorrow, the newspapers of every kingdom would certainly feature the festival on their front pages.
Laughter and small instrumental melodies were the main theme of the streets. In this atmosphere, everyone felt relaxed and comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.
On the roof of a tall domed building stood a man in a black robe, looking down at the streets below.
"Cukulin Byakuya."
The black-robed man spoke in a low voice. Beneath his loose cuffs, several black tentacles as thick