Mon petit otage

Mon petit otage

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L'empereur de la Lune venait de tomber, enfermé dans le château de son propre frère, la guerre était enfin terminée. Même si le peuple du Soleil soupirait de soulagement, une menace plus grande se cachait dans l'ombre de cet vaste empire. Tu avais tous, un peuple prêt à te suivre dans ta folie, prêt à mourir pour toi mais tout ce qu'il te manquait était un lieu où loger tout ce beau monde. Alors lorsque tu vis l'empereur de la lune tombé, tu eu une idée et si tu prenais son empire? Ce n'est pas comme s'il en avait besoin, non ? Mais tout ne se déroulait pas comme prévu alors tu dois improvisé... Heureusement que tu prévois plusieurs scénarios avec tes généraux puisque désormais tu dois repoussé l'attaque de Dream, surveillé l'otage pour ne pas qu'il s'enfuit et géré un royaume. Bref, une vie très amusante et d'avoir des yeux partout. Ce n'est parce qu'on dit quelque chose qu'ils le feront vraiment.
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