"Hah, what a sight," Bellerophon mutters.

The parade in the kingdom of Greensorrow had never been on a small scale, especially when King Bellerophon had just returned from his exploits in the East, bringing back a huge amount of treasure and expanding the territory.

Music, dancers, flowers on air. The atmosphere in the capital's largest avenue had never been so lively, regardless of its nature. Bellerophon's victory had trampled on the lives of many others and the crimes of war.

The king that everyone loved was now riding on a white horse, his body adorned in shining golden armour. His silver hair flew freely in the wind, he smiled arrogantly. The blue eyes were delighted to see his people praising him as a god.

Oh, the flavour of power!