"Your Majesty," Saisheer's tone carried a hint of annoyance, "it was the former king who saved Quistack, saved them all, and yet they show no gratitude, even causing trouble at this critical moment."
Aleph smiled and shook his head.
"I understand, Saisheer," he turned around, looking into the wise eyes of the old minister, "rest assured, I will handle everything sensibly, just like my father expected of me—"
"Everything will get better, Saisheer."
"...My father, rather than saying he saved this city, it would be more accurate to say he redeemed himself."
The distant chime of the bells melodiously traversed half of Quistack—
That old bell tower surprisingly became one of the few structures preserved amidst the war.
Aleph quietly listened to the sound once more and murmured, "Everything will get better, the future of the Istania people will be brighter than today, I promise you, father."
...
"Move a little closer, no no no, a bit more to the left, careful! Softer!"
