Creator of Death: True Darkness
An Invitation: Ruler of the Seven Cardinal Directions

Meanwhile, in a white-walled palace with a towering tower.

In a room in the palace, there appeared a middle-aged man with brown hair and red eyes seemed to sit with tired eyes examining the pile of paper that was stacked in front of him.

Albert Kalandra Azasky, or commonly referred to by the title *The seven-way ruler of the wind*.

Not without reason he got the title, he was a king of the kingdom of heaven, Azasky.

He began to pioneer his power right at the age of the young, 17 years. With his rigidness, he conquered three powers around his kingdom. The three powers spread from north to east, west to north, and south to west. And not only that, he is also famous for his close relationship with the kingdom of Arcnight, the kingdom with the number one military in the world.

In fact, you could say, this kingdom is a kingdom of friends with the kingdom of Arcnight.

"Tryan, do I really have to finish this right now huh!?" His complaint was against an elderly man with a tuxedo and glasses attached to his nose.

"And shouldn't I be monitoring the mages who are strengthening the barrier huh!?"

"After all, as his sister I have to help him, right?" She excitedly got up from her seat.

"Ohohoho, you really should be grateful because there are many people who care about you and decide to help you"

"For the matter of the mages, it's been resolved by the queen's majesty" he said smiling kindly.

Albert was petrified, however it could not be said to help, because what he currently needed was a chance to get out of his room.

"ough"

He bowed limp while spitting his forehead dizzy.

"Oh yes, to his highness the prince he was practicing the sword with his friend"

"Oh? What about Stelia? Is he here at the moment?"

"Ahaha, princess Stelia is busy in her room right now"

"Oh! As a good father shouldn't I go there with him?" His words are gaining momentum

"Ohoho, it looks like you've started to grow old huh, your majesty" said tryan lightly.

Gawky. Albert flinched, this time recalling the scene where his little daughter Stelia scolded him shortly after he broke through his daughter's study and made some children cry loudly.

His expression turned grim again. This time he sat down with both hands propping his chin.

Sighs. Tryan seemed to be breathing heavily. He looked at his king who looked depressed.

His wife is like a fox, his daughter is a lion, and his son is like an ape.

He must be depressed.

"Oh? Is that another boring letter?" Say it with a flat expression.

"U um. yes" said Tryan.

"Sigh. I don't want to read it but to appreciate the author I'll open it for a while" he said with a lazy expression.

He then opened the letterhead and read it lazily.

The last corner of the letter surprised him.

He stood up and kicked his desk spontaneously.

"Tryan..from whom did you get this letter huh!?" He said with a gripping expression.

"U ugh.. this letter was sent by a trade federation that rose late this," he said with a confused look mixed in shock.

A smile formed on Albert's face.

His originally depressed and lazy face turned into a face full of challenge and curiosity.

Ryan asked.

"Tryan! Prepare train! We're getting ready to go to Nightingale's auction!" Exclaims.

Tryan then bent his body and immediately came out without a single question.

"Tsk. Turns out it was you little baj*ngan! You really remind me of your father"

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Tap tap tap..

There was the sound of a horse carriage with a white eagle emblem walking quite quickly on a fairly crowded street.

It was a noble carriage.

"My husband, what exactly is going on? I know even though you're the kind of person who likes to have fun, but you're rarely as wary as this?" Said a beautiful woman with long blond hair.

Next to him was a little girl who was asleep.

Albert allowed a look at the beautiful woman who was none other than his wife, he smiled kindly.

"Nobody is urgent. There's only one old friend I'd like to see when the time comes you'll recognize him, too, and I hope Boby and Stelia can be best friends with him" she said.

"Haw. Why am I being hooked anyway!?" Boby Protests.

The woman was silent, but still showed a questioning expression.