"What in the world is going on?"
Elwin Polin, the king of the Bolin Kingdom, stood by the window listening to the occasional booming sounds from the distant city wall, he angrily asked.
Casually, he threw a bone he had just finished eating onto the floor, venting his anger without regard for decorum, appearing uncouth.
His Majesty indeed had a somewhat portly figure; his belly was round and bulging like a big watermelon. His face was plump, and his eyes appeared tiny and fierce due to the surrounding flesh.
He was dressed in a gold-colored robe, beautifully embroidered with intricate patterns. However, likely due to his large size, the robe seemed a tad strained, the buttons at the collar seemed as if they might burst open at any moment. The hem of the robe dragged across the floor, looking rather untidy.
Before the king's furious interrogation, another voice resounded in the room.
