Inside the centralmost hall of the Salt Palace.
The young man known as the "Bewilderment King" sat there. His chair had been fashioned from a Metal Table brought from who knew where, covered in rust and lacking even a decent backrest.
The Bewilderment King sat on this King's Chair, looking about twenty years old, with more than thirty pure-white short spears sticking out of his head. He looked like someone unfortunate enough to become a target on a battlefield, with everyone aiming at him. His head could almost serve as a nail-studded hammer.
Perhaps that was also why his behavior could be called the strangest among all the kings. He wore a suit of cracked armor that looked as though it had been made from some insect's shell. It bore quite a few spikes, but many of them had snapped off.
His eye color was also unusual: both eyes were pure blue, as clear as a lake.
There was one other thing... another way he differed from the other kings. Around him, including inside the palace, there was not a single proper Salt Soldier or attendant, nor any royal guards.
The only person who could count as a fighting force was an aged minister standing beside him, his eyes half closed, looking as though he was asleep-or had already been dead for a while.
Suddenly, the Bewilderment King stood up, startling the minister beside him into a shudder. Finally emerging from his half-asleep state, the minister hurriedly spoke.
"King, where are you going?"
He asked the Bewilderment King, who had already left his "throne." In the blink of an eye, he had almost walked out of the hall.
"King...? What did you call me?" the Bewilderment King asked, saying something bewildering.
"What this old minister said was..." The minister took