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“Dreckos, tell me, what is it?” King Timodore asked with creases on his forehead.

“My King, Queen Asalea Marshall informed me that this afternoon, he noticed a certain form of smoke going around the Knostican Palace,” Dreckos replied. His tone was not calm like his usual self. He could guess that such a smoke might have a connection with the Supremo King.

King Timodore suddenly stiffen. “Dreckos, make sure to bring with you, my Queen Asalea when you returned here in Glodeos Palace.”

“Will do, my King. That was actually what I was thinking to suggest when I heard that information from Marshall.”

“Alright. Return to the Glodeos palace...