"Your Majesty, the Campbell Duchy is calling your name."
"Those forced to leave their cultivated lands, the peasants dying in the cold and hunger! Those citizens in Thunder City who can't afford firewood, enduring skyrocketing prices! And those knights who have been loyal to Campbell for generations, now compelled to bow to merchants and demons—"
Earl Derek looked up at Jelock's bewildered face, piercing the knight's heart with an invisible sword.
"They all call out your name! Hoping for your return like lightning, to shatter the dark clouds hanging in the sky!"
"You are our only hope, only you can save the decaying duchy, bringing everything back on track!"
"Your Majesty! We are willing to fight for you, lead us into battle once more!"
Jelock's eyes widened, he couldn't help but step back, his ankle bumped against the bench leg, and he sat down heavily.
