Seongjin stood on a picturesque meadow.
The sky was a brilliant blue, dotted with cotton candy-like clouds drifting lazily. A carpet of green stretched out evenly, adorned with a riot of colorful flowers swaying in the breeze.
This garishly vibrant display of colors was almost childishly excessive.
‘…Gather, friends?’
It inevitably reminded him of the wickedly infantile skin from Pangaea Chronicle.
‘Is this what you call a “good” dream, Father?’
This place seemed to be a temporary spiritual dimension created by the Holy Emperor. Though he hadn’t received any particular explanation, Seongjin somehow intuitively knew this to be true.
‘To make me rest properly, he’s sent my soul to another dimension altogether. Is this what you’d call typical of Father…’
Well, detaching the soul or creating a temporary resting place was all well and good.
But…
‘What age group is this supposed to be for?’
Seongjin couldn’t help but feel bewildered.
I mean, Father, how long are you going to treat me like a child? Huh?
[“Ugh! This is unbearable!”]
Just then, a familiar lament came from ahead. Turning his head, Seongjin saw a knight with golden hair, his face crumpled in distress—a sight he witnessed daily.
[“It always ends up like this. Isn’t His Highness Morres going a bit too far?”]
‘…Sir Masain?’
Dressed…