"Lord Den!! Wakey wakey !!", Figer calls out Den, out his room accompanied by some Elite soldiers , late morning in the resort near the coast of Nettle isle.

"We're getting late for the council .. !!", Figer exclaims softly and impatiently as the door opens slightly as Den murmurs with his heavy eyes ," i'm sorry major , I'm just dressing up! What a journey we had ".

Figer pushes the door revealing Den with his unbuttoned white shirt , he exclaims ," do you know what will happen to me if i let you show up late!?,"

The guards waits outside his room in the corridor as Figer closes the door exclaiming as Den buttons up his shirt. "The other lords have already gathered at the Hall of the Lords , the higher up won't be happy if i let you show up late!".

"Relax major , I'll be ready soon !", Den murmurs as he stares at the mirror adjusting his collar. Figer impatiently walks around as he notices messy pages , scribbled and squished sheets of papers in Den table and is interrupted by Kite who enters Den's room with his black overcoat exclaiming ," My lord !.. I've done cleaning your coat !".

"Major !!?," Kite exclaims looking at Figer as she helps Den wear his coat.

"I came to escort Lord Den only to find that we are behind schedule !", Figer murmurs as Den smiles wearing his black hat and exclaims ," I'm done , lets hurry !".

"Better said then done!", Figer murmurs as they move out the room accompanied by the Elite soldiers.

As they walk down the stairs to the road that led to the Hall , Den asks ,"how many lords have come , major !?", Figer with his confused eyes replies walking along side him as Kite follows them ," well , the lords of Fordam , Zoristo and Jeccany are absent as they always have been , they are still very persistent when it comes to cooperation ," Figer informs as they walk out the entrance of the resort as the people and workers walking by the entrance bows as Lord Den crosses them .

"I have heard that they are still unhappy about Namos ," Den asks as Figer replies ," yes ! Its true..since Jeccany , Zoristo and Fordam were once a united country and were a neighbouring country to Abodia in the west , they were unhappy when Abodia invaded them and divided their country into four states and had killed their ruler ," Figer pauses as they enter the chariot and ride up to the top of the island where the others have gathered.

"And!?", Den asks curiously as Figer continues ," the King of Abodia had appointed three lords to rule the three new states which is Fordam , Zoristo and Jeccany , and the last state was taken by the Elites themself , as a gift of the victory , naming the fourth state as Namos , filled with people of both the two countries,"

"Well thats a sad story," Den murmurs looking out to the sea as they gallop towards the hall , Figer continues ," well that was 20 years ago , since then the King of Abodia has tried to keep the peace between the two differences and it is going pretty well , as he had recently declared that no tax would be imposed on the people from the other three states , residing on Namos!", Figer smiles as Den feels unhappy by the news.

"I believe that the lords of Fordam , Jeccany and Zoristo would cooperate in the upcoming meetings ," Figer informs as Kite takes a glance at both of them.

"We are here !", Figer informs as the chariot stops and they comes out of it only to find a number of crowd , gathered and cheering. Kite looks astound as she stares at the crowd , and Elite soldiers forming a barricade and an entrance which led to the hall.

"Kite!?", Den calls out in front moving along with Figer who smiled at her , as Kite gains her focus and catches up to them.

Walking past a long barricade of soldiers holding off the curious crowd , the huge marble hall , steals her eyes as she stares into the huge building , where outside its yard , filled with noble families and lords exchanging words and stories in their fancy clothes , the marvelous sculptures , dozens of it , carved outside the entrance to the hall and round the huge yard filled with guests and lords under the shade of olives and palms.

The beautiful blue sea catches her eyes as she moves away , she walks to the end of the yard as she stares at the beautiful sea , she could see her lord's ship down the coast besides the beautiful resort in the shipyard , massive number of ships docked in the coasts as she notices some ships sailing towards the huge Elites fort at the end of the island in the south.

As cool breeze touches her skin as she stutters at the moment , realizing she had strayed from her duty. Turning back with a heavy breath , she finds relief as she notices Lord Den approaching her with Figer as both of them discuss about the country.

Kite apologise as they are all interrupted by a series blow of trumpet gaining the crowds attention.

In the afternoon heat , a soldier announces standing in the entrance of the hall ," ladies and gentlemen , lords , Majors , Colonels and all respected members and noble families of Abodia, please proceed to the Hall of the lords! , the meeting will begin shortly!".

Den's mind is swayed as his eyes catches a view of a Lord , who looked as young as him with a smile and a fancy yellow golden hair , walking up the stairs towards the Hall , escorted by Elite soldiers. His mind fades to the past as the face of that Lord , reminded him of something brutal in the past as he hears screams and voices echo in his head .

"Lord Den , My lord!?", Figer and Kite calls out as Den regains his focus as Figer replies walking to the stairway which led to the hall behind some people ,"come on Lord Den! Don't wanna be late twice!".

"Whats wrong?! My lord , Are you alright!?", Kite murmurs as she walks up the stairs with Den.

"I'm alright , just thought of something unpleasant", Den replies as they enter the Hall surrounded by Elite guards.

As the people in the hall takes their seat which surrounded a big round table and chairs , for the lords , the Elites executives sat in the first row of the surrounded seats , the noble families on the second row , and the rest on the rest of the seats available.

All the members present in the hall , stands and awaits the Lords to be seated first.

Kite and Figer leaves Den as they move in the back rows. Den follows the other lords to the middle table and stands besides their chairs as the hall quiets down the Lord standing in the middle , the golden haired lord whome Den had noticed before , with his light silver armour and stylish hair , with his golden eyes and fairly skin , clears his throat and announces ," People of Abodia , I, lord of Keel shall introduce the Lords after which the meeting will start ,"

The Lord announcing looked the same age as Den himself , introduces as he raises his right hand and indicating to the lord he introduce ," Lord D.Douglas of the warring state of the Land of Sorrow,"

Lord Douglas had a moustache , and a long hair , with his serious black eyes in his late 40's , sits as he removes his hat with his black gloves made of iron , completing his black over coat.

"Lady Haeren of the magical state of Mistadale !",

Lady Haeren was young in her late 20s , she wore a sharp pointed hat in her blond hair , with black eyes and a silver necklace with a gem embodied in it. She wore a short white gown with a silver staff strapped on her hip like a sword. She takes her seat smiling .

"Lord C.Dream , of the commercial and busy state of Namos ,"

Lord Dream was also as young as Den but had a fierce face with a scar on his right cheek. He had a red strip in his black slightly long hair. He sat gently in his dark red formal staring at Den curiously as he takes his chair.

"Lord Iman Art of the rocky state of Irondale ,"

Lord Iman smiles glancing at the crowds with his tidy hair and was older then Den , wearing a blend formal , he had a fearsome look as he holds his sword and keeps it on the table as he takes his chair.

"Lord Vladimir , of the busy and wild city of Vistor ,"

Lord Vladimir also older then Den , had a long white hair with a fair pale white skin , he had a gentle face and smiles as he takes his seat on his fancy black formals.

"With its state serving as a junction for the Elites traveling south , Lady Tona Arch of the State island of Nye."

Lady Tona had a yellow white skin , and had a natural friendly face , also on her black frock , she looked the youngest , as she takes her chair smiling .

Looking at Den who stood at the other end of the table , the Lord of Keel announces after a pause,"present here after his recent proclamation as a Lord of Rosendale , Lord Den Cooper."

The crowd starts to murmur as the other lords steals glances at him , Den sits removing his hat and sighs thinking ," only Den no Cooper ."

"And I ," the lord introduces himself ," Jerry Mark , brother and successor to the King of Abodia , and the Lord of Keel , the state of adventurers ."

Lord Jerry sits apologising as Den stares at him with his serious eyes ," the lords of Fordam , Zoristo and Jeccany had not accepted the invitation due to certain circumstances."

Jerry sits and exclaims ," well , we shall start the meeting , but first i want clear this up ," the lords wonders as the crowd silents.

Lord Jerry staring at Den asks ," Den Cooper , with what legitimacy did you had the right to proclaim yourself lord of Rosendale!?".

Den gulps hearing the question as he stares at Jerry and the other Lords who looked back at him expecting an answer.