434 Brimgan Emperor’s Decision

"Your Majesty, this is a crisis for the Brimgan Empire." A Minister with a shiny moustache roared respectfully. His reddish gown covered by shiny blue stripes glittered in the throne room, reflecting the ambient light.

In other places, such an action would be considered disrespectful. But here, it was a display of power. The shinier their clothes, the greater their status. And in the throne room, every single minister did damn well to portray it.

As a result, one couldn't see around in the throne room without getting a searing headache, due to the concentrated beams of light being reflected by the clothes of everyone. And of course, the elephant in the room was the brightest of them all.

The Brimgan Emperor wore a luminescent robe that had been refined for a millennium. It was the Emperor's Robe that had been passed down from generation to generation, for tens of thousands of years.