A white haired woman stretched as she stood up from her bed, the morning sun shining through the window.

“That Solomon sure lasted quite a while! We even went one hundred rounds!”

Suddenly the princess Viene came bursting in the room.

She looked at Levia, panting from the lack of breath.

Levia laughed. “You want to come on to me that bad? Be my guest!”

Viene regained herself and promptly began to shout.

“N-no! There’s a rebellion!”

Levia tilted her head. “Eh rebellion?”

Viene nodded. “Yes! A rebellion led by General Melidcit.”

Levia paused. “And uhm. Who’s that again?”

Viene pulled at her hair in frustration. “He was one of the generals you met yesterday at the conference! The one known as the White Lord.”

Levia chuckled.

“Oh a he huh? Sorry I can’t remember most men’s names.”

Viene scowled as she shook her head. “Calling the monarchy a foolish reign, he quickly gathered support of two hundred thousand soldiers and occupied a third of our land to the east! And he is quickly amassing support!”

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Levia paused. “Eh? Isn’t that a third of our entire military?”

Viene nodded.

“We can estimate that the rebel army consists of some traitorous officers as well!”

Levia started to laugh. “Oh this is perfect! What a golden opportunity! It’s time to kill them all and hang their heads over the castle walls! Let’s make an example out of them! Ahahaha!”

Levia then turned to focus her stare at Viene.

“Viene call in the remaining generals. We’re gonna crush this rebellion.”

She stammered. “W-what?”

“It’s time to enact justice on those who oppose me. And then I get to take their wives by force! Nothing stops Levia from doing what she wants!”