(a week later)
After the blue miracle was destroyed, Lekhman finally managed to make the entire pack bow to him with the help of the rogues under him. He had threatened them and gotten the throne by force.
Currently, today was the ceremony and he was getting the throne back. He will finally sit on that throne and take a long deep breath because he has fought way too much for it.
Within his luxurious chamber, he stood before his ceremonial uniform, admiring it like it was the most precious thing in his life.
"I finally did it. After hundreds of years of waiting, I finally did it!" he hollered to himself and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
"Your majesty, the ceremony is about to begin." A young maid's voice abruptly resounded and Lekhman turned to look at the door, a happy expression evident on his face. He glanced at his uniform once again and proceeded towards the bathroom to have a very nice shower.
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