You were sat in the room of your manor, painting a picture of the view beyond the window. The sunset was beautiful; casting it's orange and red hues over the expansive Beelzenian Empire.

"Gumina!" Your father says gently, knocking and opening the door. "It's a visit... Sateriasis?" He says in a questioning tone, asking if you knew him. You slowly nod and take steps of poise down the grand staircase to the entrance hall, where you see the man with the purple ponytail stood with the same gracious smile.

"Gumina.. thank you for allowing me to see you so late." Sateriasis says smoothly, kissing your hand in courtesy.