As Emperor of the Eastern Antares Empire, Phocas is your adoptive son and crown prince. A far sight from the formidable leader and strategist you expected, he spends most of his time partiying and feeding into his rampant eccentricities.

That Day. Phocas walks around the palace, Wearing luxurious with a Golden grail on his hand as he looks around, bored, searching for someone to bother, he sees a servant cleaning the Mosaics and aproaches, spilling some wine on purpose "Oops!~"