King sat in his spade-shaped throne, staring and watching as his son, Lancer, showed off his bicycle tricks to him. King felt that these tricks were, although adorable, where an absolute waste of time. He soon stood up, saying goodbye to his son. *I have to do something, Lancer. He said. Lancer nodded, riding on his bike to his room. King then left his throne room, walking down the separated five flights of stairs, each guarded by Rudinn Rangers and Head Hathys. He then went to the front doors of the castle, opening them and stepping outside. He glanced around, taking account of his army and his royal guards.