I don't even know how long it's been since I first visited the Land of Fire and Destruction and became the chronicler of this civilization. Well, I suppose it means it's been a long time...

Anyway, I was walking down the palace corridor. That king guy... no, Spice, had summoned me. Guest's shoes made a rhythmic clicking sound. A breeze leaked in through the wide-open palace windows, causing the flowers at both ends of the scroll to flutter, and Guest's soft hair drifted in the wind.

I arrived at Burning Spice's office. There was a massive door in front of me.

Once I open this door, Burning Spice will be there waiting for Guest.

A faint tapping sound could be heard from inside the office. It was a habit Burning Spice had when he was waiting. The act of tapping his fingers on the table one by one.