I had no idea why, but I woke up very early today, at seven. Yet I wasn't in the mood to write at all. I sat there all day and only wrote this much. I'd planned to make this chapter three thousand characters long, but as I kept writing, I reached two thousand and just didn't want to continue. That's enough rambling from me. This is all for today. Tomorrow I'll get up early again, try to improve things, and go back to three thousand characters per chapter.
The rosy sun added a splash of color to the clear day.
The sunlight piercing the clouds resembled strands of golden thread, crisscrossing as they stitched the pale gray and blue-gray clouds into an incomparably beautiful pattern.
Accompanied by the melodious tolling of bells, Rex climbed the steps one at a time.
He entered the Side Hall of the Royal Palace. By this point, last night's operation could be considered a complete success.
His visit to the Royal Palace went remarkably smoothly. King Genn was delighted by the news Rex brought him.
The Cult of the Damned had been a major hidden threat. With that threat eliminated, Lordaeron City finally settled into complete peace.
Work could also resume on the wired telegraph lines that had been delayed all this time.
However, the most pressing matter was not that, but the situation in the Eastern and Western Plaguelands.
As Lordaeron City stabilized, the focus had already begun to shift away from the city and toward those two regions.
After discussing things with King Genn, Rex found that their priorities differed somewhat. Although he had entered middle age this year, he was still relatively young compared with King Genn, and his way of thinking differed from the king's.
King Genn took a more cautious