Imperial Capital, Golden Palace.
Empress Isabella, crowned, wearing a blood-red gown adorned with gold, silver-white boots on her feet, stands before the magnificent Golden Throne. Her white gloves are embroidered with a Golden Bird Flower; one hand holds a scepter, the other a code, her gaze descends upon the ministers and knights before her, her face full of authority: "Gentlemen."
"Success or failure hinges on this moment; the Empire's disaster shall end today."
"Let us lead the people to embrace rebirth!"
A squad of ministers, bishops, and knights kneel on one knee, shouting: "Yes, Your Majesty the Empress."
Empress Isabella's gaze sweeps around the room, nods with satisfaction: "Mobilize the army, prepare to set out."
"I will lead the campaign myself!"
Upon hearing Empress Isabella's words, the ministers and bishops kneeling in the hall exchange glances, the grim-faced elder hesitates, ultimately swallowing his retort.
