Book 7: Chapter 1
Grantsrale. The Imperial Capital of the Earthworld Empire.
Located right next to Veijyu Lake, the largest body of water on the continent, was the city that served as the capital, symbol of Earthworld, which was known for uniting the Eastern continent.
The Empire had conquered other countries, making it a melting pot of people and cultures. The capital was a perfect example of this: diverse in race and languages, mismatched in architecture. It was a busy city; nothing was polished about it.
Those from the West might wince at this graceless cityscape, seeing how deeply rooted they were in tradition. However, those with even a little bit of perspective wouldn’t be able to stop themselves from shivering in fear.
The Empire had been on a path to expanding its territory for only a few decades. And they were far from being done, though they’d already united the Eastern continent. In other words, the Empire could one day strike again.
Earthworld, the Eastern ruler, was an insatiable dragon, going through a growth spurt—
In a corner of the capital was a small restaurant called Quintet. Off the main road, the hole in the wall enjoyed decent business from the locals.
The capital was the heart of the Empire. It drew in citizens from all its lands. Running a business there was no small task. If the owner of Quintet was keeping the restaurant afloat in this dog-eat-dog world, it spoke volumes of his skills in the kitchen.
Quintet was busy as always—but not exactly in its usual way. The second floor had been closed off to the public, reserved for the day.