In the throne room of Light Castle, there is a massive wooden throne with a somewhat obtuse shape. Its backrest is covered by a layer of the finest silk, once the most prized possession of the late King Trink Sansta. An elegant, vaporous, and exquisitely soft fabric covers the rest of the throne, giving it a pristine white image in the eyes of any onlooker.
From there, Queen Giotto Sansta rules over Light Castle and its kingdom. She is an intelligent and courageous woman who upholds the Sansta family tradition and uses her keen intellect to make her kingdom a worthy place for all.
However, her relationship with her daughters is tumultuous. Her younger daughter, Hachisuka Sansta, is a rebel who has inherited her father’s hair color, a conspirator and a bandit. Her elder daughter, the rightful heir to the throne, is the most beloved person in the entire kingdom. She is brave, determined, and straightforward, just like her mother. This strong-willed nature causes the three women to clash in their vision of ruling the kingdom. But everything remains under Queen Giotto Sansta’s rule until she either abdicates in favor of her eldest daughter, or Alex reaches the age of twenty-five, or she marries, whichever comes first.
Queen Giotto stared intently at a blue crystal orb. Its interior resembled a daytime sky, yet cloudy and stormy. The artifact allowed her to communicate with a new ally of her kingdom, a young prodigy, vastly experienced in conquests, and possessing inconceivable magical power.
—Everything is ready —Giotto said, speaking directly to the sphere.
—Are you sure? I have visited hundreds of worlds, and in all of them, I have been disappointed —a voice from the sphere replied. It was the voice of a young man, though Giotto had never seen his face. She had only read about him in the palace’s private library, where all of Protopaterpolis’s secrets were kept.
—Do you doubt me? Show some respect! I am the queen! —Giotto said, indignant.
—Your little kingdom means nothing to me —the voice said. It was dark and malevolent—, “Your Majesty.”
Giotto frowned. The way he had uttered “Your Majesty” was anything but respectful. Even so, the situation of her kingdom urged her to make a decision. And she was not known for fear or breaking her word.
—What I promised will be given to you, Conqueror —one of his many titles: the Rebel of the Darkest Fires, the Interdimensional Monarch, the Conqueror... To Giotto Sansta, all of these names meant the same thing: the solution to all her problems—, as soon as you fulfill your part. Will you help me subjugate the neighboring kingdoms?
—I will do something better. I know that your world... “Protopaterpolis,” as you call it in these times, has a veil that hides the magical from the mundane: the “Underworld.” Your tank army is powerful enough to conquer any kingdom or country by conventional means, but it lacks what is necessary to face the magical aspect of this world. I will help you with the “Underworld,” in exchange for the information you promised me. And if it turns out to be a lie, you will suffer the consequences —said the Conqueror.
—When will that be? —Giotto Sansta asked.
—Look to the sky, and you will find out —the Conqueror replied.
The queen swiftly approached one of the throne room’s windows. As she advanced, the light coming through the window began to fade, and a shadow crept along the floor, blocking the sun’s rays until the room was engulfed in darkness. Giotto leaned out and looked at the sky. There, she saw something she had never imagined.
