The Roman Empire, where marble pillars soar upward like ancient guardians of time, has stood steadfast for hundreds of years. Permeated with narrow streets, like ornate veins that penetrated into the very heart of the Eternal City, filling the ears with beautiful harp melodies.

And across the strong palace walls, decorated with gold, on a wide terrace overlooking the city massifs, stood Emperor Manjiro, looking at the city like the ruler of the heavenly powers.