The Lost Void Magic?

The Tristain Kingdom.

Located on the northwestern edge of the Halkeginia Continent, with the boundless ocean stretching beyond it to the north.

Its southwest and southeast were occupied by the two great kingdoms of Gallia and Germania, making it a small nation surviving in the cracks between them.

Its geographical location and land area were roughly equivalent to the combined size of the Netherlands and Belgium.

And its capital.

Was a city called Tristania, whose terrain was divided into upper and lower, inner and outer sections.

The upper and lower sections referred to the mountain and its foothills.

A magnificent four-tiered castle covered the entire flattened mountaintop. More than a dozen spired towers rose from various parts of the castle, making it resemble a grayish-white cake with hints of blue, carved entirely from stone.

The inner and outer sections referred to the inside and outside of the great river, connected by a large bridge.

The area within the river lay against the rocky cliff beneath the mountain where the royal castle stood, and was home to nobles great and small.

The area beyond the river was naturally the commoners' district. Modest wooden houses stood side by side, while fairly broad stone roads crisscrossed between them.

Four to five hundred thousand people lived here, enjoying reasonably peaceful and stable lives.

At this moment.

Inside the castle's great hall, Chelsea was crouching behind Louise, occasionally glancing at the young princess seated upon what was perhaps a throne.

She was a beautiful, graceful girl with an elegant bearing. She wore a white crown set with three emeralds, and had short reddish-purple hair and teal-blue eyes.

At this moment, Princess Henrietta looked at Prince Wales's reply in her hands, her eyes filled with sorrow, worry, helplessness, and other emotions.

A moment later, two glistening