I Refuse (1)

The top floor of the Academy.

Flags of the Kingdom, the Republic, and the Theocracy hung here. It was originally where representatives of the three faculties gathered to hold meetings. The windows shone clear, and the magnificent banners displayed their elaborate designs.

At present, five people were inside.

Four stood guard in close formation,

while only one person sat.

With his feet arrogantly propped up on a fine round table.

The royal, Michel de Gallia, held a wineglass in one hand and furrowed his brow. A member of the ‘Lake's Afterimage’ who had brought him news stood before him.

Michel asked sharply,

“What? The twins refused my invitation?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”...