Before King Edmund could even respond—
Murigen suddenly pointed at the royal table.
"Oh! And Majesty!"
He grinned wildly, his massive hand gesturing toward a bottle.
"I'ma take that bottle of liquor!"
The king's eyes narrowed.
"And those royal wyverns! Thank ye!"
"WAIT, WHAT?!" King Edmund shot up from his throne.
But before he could say anything—
Murigen BOLTED OUT.
The royal guards were too stunned to react.
The advisors were speechless.
General Gilmon facepalmed hard.
And King Edmund—
"MURIGEN—!!"
His shout echoed through the palace.
But the giant dwarf was already gone.
With a bottle of royal liquor…
And on his way to steal a damn wyvern.
From outside the palace, a loud voice boomed.
"DON'T WORRY, MAJESTY! I WON'T TAKE LEAVE FOR LONG!"
King Edmund stormed toward the balcony, his eyes twitching with frustration.
The royal advisors and General Gilmon followed, looking just as frustrated.
When they looked down—
