Darkness fell over the lands of the County of Cyanolisia, and the stars twinkled in the sky like sparks of hope in the darkness of war. In the palace of Countess Taillow Sumpfkiel, a blue mist hung over the pond, reflecting the moonlight. The countess sat in her office, looking out the high window at the vast expanse of the county.

She removed the small gold count's crown from her head and placed it carefully on the desk next to her. With each passing day, the burden of running this country became greater. She looked at the map of the county, her claw tracing the outlines of the borders, her mind wandering to the challenges of the future.