The dungeon, located in the dungeon of the imperial palace, was a place where criminals who violated the laws of the empire were held and sentenced to appropriate punishment for it.
Most of the prisoners here were the dregs of society and therefore behaved and looked appropriately. However, among all these personalities, there was one person who was clearly different from them.
At first glance, it was impossible to understand why such a young man with a fairly neat appearance could be here. Just like the rest of the prisoners, he was shackled and could not take a single extra step.
This place was cold and gloomy, and even the burning torches on the walls only made the atmosphere even more eerie. And yet…
Suddenly, footsteps rang out in the previously suffocating silence of the ominous dungeon. They grew louder as they approached one of the prison cells. And finally…
«Your Majesty, this man is being held here.»
