Winter Festival

The cold air and the snowflakes that had piled up on the Imperial Courtyard were a typical sight to see this afternoon. As requested by the Emperor, the servants were dressed warmly. Formal Imperial Guard uniforms were also worn by the knights.

"Has Clovis finished his preparations?"

The man with the tall stature and the distinctive jet black hair was standing in front of a mirror that reflected the image of himself. The formal attire, worthy of a precious treasure, as well as the robes of honor that were the pattern of the Empire, were an attraction to the pairs of eyes that looked at him.

"Prince Clovis is waiting for you in the library, Your Highness."

When he heard the answer from his bodyguard, Carlex turned his body to face him. The stern lines of his face, as well as the sharp gaze that was so characteristic of him, looked at the guard, who lowered his eyes.

"All right, I'll be right there."