The news that the hero of the vaulted heavens required an assistant for his journey was spoken by Orianna's lips, having turned a few corners in the celestial capital, traversed half the globe, and arrived at Albion Island situated in the southern hemisphere. It drifted with the cold wind into the inner city of Supibia, floating into the office on the third floor of number 1 Eping Street.
At this time, the Kingdom of Morton was in the midst of winter, with fine snow fluttering in the gloomy sky. Knight Rakael dusted the snowflakes off his shoulder and poured himself a drink as soon as he entered the office.
"Good morning, you two," Rakael toasted his colleagues, the liquid reflecting the handsome face that made girls scream, "The news today?"
Knight Gafri had just put on his reading glasses and was scanning the headlines in the "Supibia Times."
