Sir Risley

Sir Risley

The door opened and a man with the biggest handlebar mustache Sir Risley had ever seen stood to greet him. The general was a huge, well build man that looked like he spent the entirety of his day working out.

He was wearing the uniform of a general, so this must be the man who called him. The large man looked Sir Risley up and down, eyeing his uniform. Then he saluted. "Sir Risley! It is a pleasure to meet you!"

Risley returned the salute. "Likewise, general...?"

"General Visset, Sir Risley!"

In terms of military, the general outranked him, but the Imperial Knights spoke with Emperor Francois's authority, meaning that Risley was the most powerful person on the base right now.

Well, except for maybe Prince Calixte. As a prince, he was also the extension of the emperor's authority.

The general stepped to the side and Risley entered what he assumed was a meeting room, but it was completely deserted. This room must have belonged to the Roslachnians at one point because Risley c
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