King Jayden was meticulously examining his collection of fashion rings, pondering which one would perfectly adorn his attire for the upcoming event.
Just as he delved into his decision-making process, in order to host his children and loyal generals, someone made a grand entrance into the room, capturing his attention momentarily.
With a cold expression on his face, King Jayden directed his gaze towards the figure seated in the corner a familiar face known as Harpy, donned in his sleek black armor.
“Hey, Harpy,” King Jayden cordially called out, wearing a smile after realising who it was.
“I’m having difficulty selecting the ideal ring to complement my attire, Care to offer your expert opinion?”
Harpy didn’t even spare a glance in his direction, Letting out a sigh of resignation, he
