Chapter 18

"Your Highness, they are already increasing in number! We're afraid we can no longer incarcerate them and if reported incident rises even more, we might not be able to control the situation," reports General Doque  to the King. Fear overtakes his almost sullen square face. His unshaven long and dark hair connects with the mustache tracing his jawlines.

The King leans his back on his chair and massages the baby beards on his chin. "What do you propose to do then?" he asks in a gravely calm tone.

"It's about time that we inform the public about this so they'll be vigilant and prepared to protect themselves."

"Can't you think of anything better than that?" grunts the slim, middle-aged man sitting opposite the general. He is called Pyro and he is the right-hand man of the King.

The King struts from his seat and goes hither thither around his private archive–the place where he convenes with his loyal and trusted apprentices. 

"This will o