"Are the troops ready?"
Inside a tent, a man opened his eyes and looked at the soldier in iron armor standing before him.
The soldier knelt on one knee and replied, "Everything is ready, Your Majesty. We're just waiting for your command to conquer the Kingdom of Avernia."
The man gave a slight nod. "Good. Then tell the soldiers to launch the attack now. I will lead this battle myself."
"Yes, Your Majesty! I'll deliver your orders right away."
After saying that, the soldier rose and left the tent.
The man stood and walked toward the mirror beside him.
He stared at his reflection with an indifferent gaze.
He was strikingly handsome, with short golden hair that reached his ears.
He was tall and muscular, and his golden eyes gleamed like his hair.
His eyebrows were sharp as blades, and his cold gaze alone could make anyone tremble.
He was Gabriel Solayne, the third king of the Holy Kingdom of Aldoria.
