"Your Majesty, the Valeria Empire from the south has sent us a letter. They said it is very urgent."
On the grand throne sat the emperor of the Aurion Empire.
Surprisingly, he was just an eighteen-year-old young man or at least he looked like one.
"Read it," the young man ordered calmly.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The messenger started reading the letter.
"To the Emperor of the Aurion Empire, Your Majesty,
Our empire has the most capable healer in the human realm. He is capable of reviving the dead, I have seen it with my own eyes.
We asked him to go to the Aurion Empire, but he is very arrogant and refuses to leave. He demanded that the patient be brought to him instead.
We would have forced him, but he has a brother—the Sword God of the Divine Palace. We cannot defeat him, and while he is here, we cannot touch the healer.
I told the Sword God about the Aurion Empire, but he said he will go to war if any empire dares to interfere. I am sending his official letter as well."
