A few thousand kilometers from the imperial capital, there was a small village surrounded by dense forest.
That village was located on the border between the east and west of the empire, in a place called the Kingdom of Tempest Valley.
This kingdom was led by a grumpy but fair wizard, loyal only to the emperor and, of course, to his magical research.
Overall, it was a peaceful place, although it was quite agitated on that particular day.
"I beg your pardon, sir... but our royal suite has already been rented by a young couple... I don't believe they are willing to exchange."
A trembling voice echoed through one of the few inns that had accommodations for the nobility in that village.
"And who is this couple? I demand to know! My father paid for half the construction of this damn inn!" Another voice echoed, young and angry.
It belonged to a black-haired man with no physical power, a pathetic mortal even in front of that humble attendant, who was only in the second ring.
