Yes, under the repeated assaults of our great army, the fortress of Seyd, which had held out for over a year, had finally fallen. The unstoppable "Dawn Dragon" had lost all room to maneuver with our forces closing in from several directions. In the end, to spare his subordinates and the people, he had been forced to surrender his pistol and light spear to me.
I had let him keep his pistol and light spear. I had even followed the classical etiquette of warfare, raising a cup in salute and drinking with him to honor the soldiers and civilians who had perished in the war.
How elegant, how grand. This would surely become an epic legend passed down to future generations, wouldn't it?
If events really unfolded that way, then the young King of Sol, Eunt, would surely become the Dragon King family's latest renowned general, a genius military strategist. He would also have a bright future in the new age to come.
...Of course, this so-called new age was, at present, merely the subject of some rather irreverent private speculation. After all, it involved certain unspeakable matters and was quite taboo.
Especially after someone had uttered the prophecy of "bloodshed and disaster," it had become even more taboo.
So, would something really happen to His Majesty? The King of Soren fell into a brief silence.
To be honest, unlike his distant cousin, he didn't have much of a touching familial bond with that godlike supreme ruler of the Empire. When all was said and done, theirs was simply a relationship between monarch and subject.
Of course, given that the supreme ruler of the Empire was a ninth-ring psion, he also possessed the quality of an "undying monarch," inspiring a measure of religious awe, reverence, worship, and even abject obedience.