There lived a powerful king that led the seven states within its kingdom in perfect harmony.
Crime rates were low, the economy was doing well, and everyone were fairly in very good terms until..
..the old king died.
Rumors speculated that his butler who hailed from the fallen kingdom of Großdeutsches assassinated him, but the people were more worried of the answer to this question:
"Who will be the next ruler, then?"
The Kingdom was not in complete chaos yet, but the people and the leaders of the seven states were already in panic, feeling as if a strong foundation crumbled at the loss of their respectable leader. Until one day, a decree was issued from the High Order, stating the conditions on choosing the next rightful heir for the throne..
"Pick the best servant of your choosing as the battle for the throne will be judged on who will be the strongest."
The decree was short, and the High Order told the people that it was certified before the King's passing. Rulers from the seven states were immediately given a week to choose the servant who will fight for them. Letters containing the rules and regulations, the date for the preliminary battles were also sent. Judges for the battles were also chosen among the High Order, and the grounds where the battles will take place was also another issue they have to resolve. Strangely, the people were in high spirits, as they find a battle among the seven rulers as an interesting and entertaining thing. There were already smugglers for the tickets of the preliminary battle, children persuading their parents to buy so they can watch it, and old people who find such a thing as a waste of time.
"Heh."
The tall man with long blond hair smirked, as he looked at the people rushing back and forth from his windows, his eyes shadowed by utter darkness.
"The Kingdom will soon be mine.. Soon."