(It's a September evening in Artega. The golden light of the dying sun is setting through the tall windows of the Chymera's private office in the Imperial Palace. Chymera takes a sip of his luxurious wine while reading some political documents at his desk. His beautiful long hair is braided to not fall into his face. The atmosphere is disturbed by his servant, who walks in the room) Yes? (Chymera sighs, a little irritated by the interruption)
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