It was a peaceful day, The fog seems thicker than usual. The king at his palace sitting on his throne and having a chat with his advisor about the recruit he hired and their status. He placed his arm resting his head.

"So, how's the recruitment going?" Ask the brown haired king with his tummy open

"Your majesty, they are more than ready. We need to train them first we must give them a test so we can calculate how capable they are when facing a certain battle. We must-" As the knight in front of him speak, she was interrupted.

"Training, Praining, We don't need that, What we need is to send them off and the tax money that the people collect for them go to me!" The king replied

"... Your majesty, you know if we dont have people protecting this city anymore, we're dead right?" The soldier answered him

"RRiiiiighhttt... well if they come for me, you guys will protect me right?" The king suggests

The silver armored knight nodded in agreement with the king without any question ahead. "... Yes.. Your majesty..."

"Well we don't need all of them to die, just keep the generous one live for a bit." The king continues

"... Sure, Your majesty" The knight seemed displeased and just done with whatever the king is spouting right now.