The king of the Dassel Kingdom gave Franco IV and his companions a warm welcome. With his brilliant blond hair and handsome face, the king seemed, like the farmers, never to have seen anyone from outside the kingdom.
The moment he saw Franco IV and the others, he burst with unimaginable enthusiasm and curiosity.
"You really came from outside?"
"Your Majesty, yes, we did come from outside."
"My guards and I went hunting in the forest, but we lost our way. We walked for a long time before we finally got out and met your people." A note of flattery entered Franco IV's voice. "I'm very glad to have met Your Majesty at such a difficult time."
"I'm glad to have met all of you, too," the king said excitedly. "My name is Dassel, and I'm the king here. You're my honored guests. My kingdom doesn't have many rules, so please look around as you like. I hope you enjoy yourselves."
What rules could a king with only a few hundred subjects have? Franco IV thought with contempt, though he kept it off his face.
He put on a delighted expression.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. You're the most generous person I've ever met. But I know nothing about your kingdom. Could you tell me about it?"
"Of course."
Dassel smiled proudly. "Our kingdom has stood in this world since the Creator God created it. It has never fallen. That was... that must have been tens of thousands of years ago!"
His memories told him it had been only half a month since the Creator God created the world. But how could that be? Wheat could not even mature in half a month, much less could an entire forest grow or a castle this large be built.
So it must have