The Audience Chamber, before the Emperor’s throne.

"Do we need to kneel? What’s the proper etiquette in this game’s world?"

"What are you talking about? We’re just players."

"Heh, we might end up looking like clueless mercenaries."

Step.

"Shh."

Chris, who was ahead of us, held her hand out to quiet the group.

To the left of the Emperor’s throne stood a man who seemed to be a high-ranking official.

And on the throne sat a middle-aged man.

Indeed, the ruler of a great empire that dominated half of Astria’s continent. His face exuded authority. A thick, dignified mustache adorned …