The Throne Room.
"In accordance with the covenant of the Crimson Blood and the Pure White Sword, I hereby appoint you, who bears the Twin Vulture Crown, as the new monarch of the Fresta Empire—"
"...Do you have the resolve?"
In the Throne Room, the white-haired, venerable elder bore a sickly visage yet carried an indescribable majesty.
He stared at his daughter, his eyes weary from illness, yet they held an undeniable gleam of undisguised contentment.
In terms of talent as a Beastmaster or skill in governing the realm, the current Emperor of the Empire could only be considered mediocre—or, to put it bluntly, subpar.
While he was no tyrant, that hardly improved matters.
As a consequence, under his rule, the Royal Family's authority was increasingly curtailed, and the Empire's strength weakened and became unstable.
Fortunately, he had a good daughter.
Since that banquet held by the Borgia family, the Sacred Sword had once again entered into a covenant after a thousand years.
