When the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds and descended upon the land of Bratis Continent.
Gars, with the help of his attendant, donned his armor and took hold of his sword.
The Empress draped a golden cloak over his shoulders and pinned the lion head brooch, the symbol of the Vespasian Family, on him before she couldn't help but cover her face and weep.
"Had I known," she lamented, "you should never have become the Emperor."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Gars frowned. "After father's death, who else had the right to sit on that throne but me?"
"But you have two brothers, Claudio and Allister, especially Allister, whom you've always said is ambitious."
"Just a man who relies on women, what right does he have to compare with me?" Gars said disdainfully. "I've heard that the Wing Tribe has arrived, and he only dares to continue hiding in the Northern Territory, not even daring to lead troops into battle."
