Footsteps echoed in the staircase of Mobius Palace.
The personal servant of “Aymodun the Third,” carrying an urgent report from the front line, hastened toward the top floor.
Gerard’s scheme had failed!
The content of the report sunk the personal servant’s heart.
Even the “Gesadek Crystal” couldn’t restrain that man?
The personal servant wondered, raising his hand to knock on the door.
“Come in,” came the long-awaited voice of “Aymodun the Third.”
Suddenly, a black banner on the city walls began fluttering in the wind.
In the resounding flapping, sanguine letters appeared on the banner—
Her Majesty the Queen says it’s time to end the war.
So we’ve come to end the war.