The ceiling was high, a vast hall adorned only with paintings and banners hanging along the walls.
The floor was porcelain white, and the roof gleamed gold, with a massive chandelier suspended above a round table.
Men sat around the table, dressed in expensive clothes, their postures straight and expressions severe.
The one who spoke carried the greatest authority in the room. "So, what is the situation, Astaroth?"
He had pale blue hair and glaring green eyes, a thick moustache and a long beard. Broad-shouldered and calm, he appeared almost casual. Even so, several men around him were visibly nervous, sweat clinging to their brows.
He was the ruler of the Empire, the highest authority in Gahalia, and also William's deskmate's father, Gunther Vor Gehalmore.
The man he addressed was tall, the only soldier present, and the Knight Commander of the empire.
