"The Lord of Priest will be leaving Ambeser in three days. He is now in the Meditation Room and is not receiving any guests, Miss Magdal." The Guards of the Holy Temple wore Red robes, their silver Chest Armor glinting in the sunlight. They held long spears in their hands; though they wore polite smiles, there was not the slightest hint of yielding in their manner.
The Nun Princess let out a soft sigh.
She turned her head back.
The Dome of the Holy Temple was bathed in boundless Radiance, yet it seemed to reflect the final gleam of this Kingdom, its last ray of twilight. In the hazy play of Light and Shadow, the tolling of bells echoed, proclaiming the end of an era. Within the Lockshebi Palace, the six Dukes and their envoys sat on either side of a round table, beginning to divide among themselves the last fat spoils of this Kingdom—knives, forks, and fish meat all laid out upon the plates.
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