Chapitre 302: The Battle Horn

The fireplace was blazing inside the king's city's palace hall of the Kingdom of Everwinter.

Summer here was exceptionally short when compared to the Kingdom of Graycastle, with its four distinct seasons. The coming of fall was more like a warning for the upcoming cold and a cold wind would quietly arrive before people would change their light jackets.

Garcia Wimbledon was sitting on her throne in her fox-fur overcoat, while listening to the complaints and requests of the nobles.

She did not like this palace. The pillars, walls, and floors were all white stone, which had been polished smooth and made translucent to look like ice. Even though she sat on two velvet cushions, she could still felt the biting chill spreading up to her from the steel throne.

"The damn house seems to be built of ice," she thought unhappily. "The first thing I'll do is to break down the floors and walls, and then rebuild them with dark brown granite slabs, after my situation has stabilized."