The royal capital of the Ryan Kingdom, Roland City.
Since the beginning of spring, the sky here has always been gray, as if harboring a rainstorm that refuses to fall.
Newcastle staggered, drunkenly, back to his apartment in the central district.
He casually tossed the hat that symbolized his propriety onto the coat rack, loosened the collar that almost choked him, and sank into the leather sofa.
Just a few days ago, another meeting was held at the Summer Palace. Perhaps to showcase the citizens' strength, Baron Wickton expanded the 6-person seat to 12.
However, he held little hope for Baron Wickton's reforms.
Because the only sensible person resigned, Professor Ferguson, who was quite renowned in cultural circles, completely left this city, leaving behind people like him who were just spectators, or clowns who vigorously participated.
