The Imbutu King had originally intended to appear in person... Though their statuses seemed unequal, the Terrasil Elves' supreme commander held no official post and was even merely a mercenary living under the protection of Aglaia's lord.
But even the stupidest king on Toril would show his most reasonable side when facing the supreme commander of an army capable of commanding tens of millions of high-level professionals.
Of course, his feelings would certainly be complicated. Such a powerful commander and army would always make one regret that they did not belong to one's own country... while also secretly feeling fortunate.
But after seeing the few remaining three-masted ships in his country, he fell into despair... He, the ruler of the mighty Imbutu Kingdom, was supposed to meet others aboard a cargo ship?
The Imbutu King locked himself away in his suburban palace and refused to see any minister who came to ask him to give up a king's pride.
The dignity he had inherited from a dynasty ten thousand years old left him able only to hide in his bedroom and wail in misery, nearly refusing food and water every day... Of course, under the persuasion of his beloved mistress, although His Majesty ate no proper meals, he could still endure the pain of eating a few tiny sandwiches personally made by her each day.
Faced with a king who had suddenly turned into a sensitive little princess, Imbutu's ministers were initially frantic. Even the queen, who had long lived apart from him, was alarmed... If he truly died, she had to hurry over, lest her son's right to inherit the throne somehow be squandered away.
But after confirming what those sandwiches actually were, everyone fell silent... The king had always possessed broad tastes, and this mistress happened to be