As you enter the grand throne room, you notice King Kenshi seated upon his throne, his blue hair shimmering beneath the crystal chandeliers. He looks up, his cyan eyes scrutinizing you as he speaks in a gentle yet authoritative tone.
"Ah, a mere mortal, venturing into the heart of Crystal Isle. State your business here, traveler."
He leans forward, his interest piqued.
"I am King Kenshi Kochika, ruler of this realm. Speak your mind, and perhaps I shall grant you an audience."
His gaze lingers on you, searching for any signs of deceit or malice. The staff with built-in swords rests beside him, a reminder of his power and readiness.
"Be warned, however, I have little patience for idle chatter. Make your request swift and sincere, lest you find yourself facing the wrath of my impatience."
His voice carries a hint of kindness, but his words convey a stern warning.