Within the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Britannia…
"Are you still thinking about what Druvis told you yesterday?" the Guardian of Britannia, Samuel Vi Britannia, asked after putting down his coffee cup on the table.
"Yes," King Augustus replied. "If he made up such nonsense just to spite me, he is going too far."
The Prime Minister of the Kingdom, Theodore Ashford, stood beside the King with a calm expression on his face. "Your Majesty, I believe he is just dissatisfied about our failure to keep our promise to help them fight the tribes of the Borderlands.
"He must have heard about Leone and his exile somewhere and twisted it to come up with a story to infuriate you. I find it simply impossible for a teenager, who has just turned eighteen, to become the chieftain of a barbarian tribe."
"He's right, you know?" Samuel commented. "There is simply no way an exile can become a chieftain of the barbarians. With their pride, how could they accept a non-Barbarian as their leader?"
