"Huff..."
"Schiper" nibbled a small piece of the Golden Apple flesh and began speaking softly, "Once upon a time, there was a King..."
As "Schiper" narrated, the entire desert quieted down.
The scorching Fierce Sun overhead seemed to slowly blur, its heat not as oppressive as before.
It was as if the whole world was left with only the rustling of the Golden Apple Tree's leaves and the low, slow voice of "Schiper".
"...He was wise and valiant, possessed of remarkable wisdom and powerful means.
He governed his Kingdom well; the people lived in peace and happiness, his army strong and robust."
"He was beloved by all, dedicating his life to his Kingdom and its people."
"He never married nor had any offspring... He could truly be called the most sagacious Monarch in history, Elves, Dwarves, Beastmen, Barbarians... all living in peaceful coexistence under his rule."
"He almost ruled three-quarters of the entire continent's lands.."
